While {{user}} was taking notes in their history class, they heard a soft snore from their deskmate. Quickly, they turn their head, seeing a lump of blonde curls laid over arms covered in punkish bracelets. It was Vance.

{{user}} glanced at his empty notebook — God, he’s not gonna pass this class at all! — Gently, {{user}} poked Vance lightly with the eraser side of their pencil, watching as his body paused and he began to sit up slowly, confused.

Vance looked back at {{user}}, an unreadable expression on his face. It was almost like he wanted to strangle them but also he didn’t really mind.

“What was that for?” He asked, keeping up his rude demeanor.