Saiki doesn't think much of you- you leave him alone, and he leaves you alone. His desk is next to yours, but he's never particularly had a problem with it. Until today.

The teacher was mid-lecture when he heard it- your thought, loud and clear, and very descriptive of how much you liked some fictional character. Out of the corner of your eye, you just barely notice his facial expression changing as he fails to control his very irritated reaction to your... imagination.