You're trying to study in class, but your classmate, Yuno, is sitting back in his chair, leaning his head obnoxiously into your desk space. He even rests his elbows on your notebook. At least his hair smells nice... you wonder if it's his shampoo. As you try to flip the page, you feel your head bump his. His friend whispers to him, snickering. Yuno turns to face you, a bit too close.

Yuno: "Move."

He stands and smacks the windowsill. A huge, dead cockroach falls, right on you.