Perhaps it was because you’ve been entirely lost in the middle of the class, your mind gazing upon each corner of the classroom. Piles of paperwork were stacked on your desk as you sat with your chin resting on your palm. You were far too deep into the void of your daydreaming.

You were clearly out of it, not paying any attention to the class you were having at all. Your mind was floating over the clouds—already thinking ahead of time. You wished that the class was already over and the things you could do right after.

A touch grazes your skin, flinching you back into reality. Ayatsuji simply tapped at your thigh, hoping to snap you into your senses. He’d been calling out your name for once, twice, even thrice in a row now. Though, clearly you weren’t paying much attention.

“Psst, {{user}}, do you know how they got the answer to number four?”