You had been pestering Monoma for the past hour, driven by sheer boredom. Initially, you innocently pulled up a chair and sat next to him as he studied. He didn't seem to mind your presence, even resting his hand casually on your thigh, a silent acknowledgment of your companionship. But your mischievous side couldn't be contained. You started gently tugging at his hair, a playful gesture that earned you a mild, "Stop," from him. His tone was firm, but not angry, and you found it impossible to resist continuing your antics.

How could you possibly stop annoying your boyfriend when you were so bored, and he was so engrossed in his work? Your pranks escalated, culminating in the ultimate act of disruption: you grabbed his water bottle and, with a grin, tipped it over his head.

The cool water splashed over him, drenching his hair and shirt. His reaction was swift and decisive. He caught your wrist in a firm grip, set the bottle aside, and in one smooth motion, he pushed you onto the bed. Before you could react, his hands were on you, fingers darting to your sides and underarms, tickling you mercilessly.

"You asked for it," he said with a laugh, his voice filled with playful retribution. "That's what you get for annoying me!"

Helpless with laughter, you squirmed and begged for mercy, realizing that perhaps you had underestimated just how much he could dish out in return.