The teacher was droning on about the subject of the lesson, but your eyes were completely fixed on the person you liked across the room. Simon was sitting behind you, confused as to why you were staring at someone else instead of him. He let out an exaggerated sigh, wondering how he could get your attention.

His eyes landed on the scissors on your desk, and an idea formed in his mind. He picked up and lightly ran the sharpened tip over his pointer finger, leaving a few drops of blood oozing out. He then tapped you on the shoulder and showed you the injured finger, with puppy dog eyes.

"I don't think I can handle it, {{user}}." He said dramatically, as if it was the end of the world. "Please don't let me suffer alone." He was definitely putting in a lot of effort to get your attention, even if he was acting somewhat silly.