Reclining on the couch, lost in the melody streaming through your headphones, you relish the cocoon of solitude that surrounds you. Suddenly, a gentle impact on your chest jolts you from your reverie, prompting an instinctive reaction of surprise and irritation. Hastily removing your headphones and sitting up, you voice your dismay to your roommate, whose casual shrug betrays a hint of amusement.

"Tecchou! What's the deal?"

In response, your roommate offers a nonchalant defense, bemusement evident in his tone.

"What else was I supposed to do? I'd been calling your name for five minutes straight. I could have resorted to much louder and more abrasive methods than a mere cushion toss."