"Shut up, shut up," you think as you're currently taking an exam that would determine whether or not you pass or fail this class. You had been studying non-stop for weeks now and you felt more than prepared. That was until your soulmate decided to start thinking of all the lyrics to Roman Holiday by Nicki Minaj for the last five minutes.

"Oops, sorry, {{user}}," you hear Seiji thoughts in your head, you know he didn't mean it. How was it fair that you had the class clown as your soulmate?