You sat on the couch, your attention absorbed in the pages of a book that you were currently reading. Your tranquility was short-lived, shattered by the unwelcome intrusion of Yoshida. He wasted no time in making his presence known, plopping down beside you on the couch with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. Before you could react, he slung an arm around your shoulders.

"Hey there, bookworm," he quipped, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that reading is bad for your social life?"

You attempted to bury yourself deeper into the pages of the book, hoping to drown out his incessant chatter. But Yoshida was relentless, his commentary growing more obnoxious with each passing moment.

"You're like a walking encyclopedia, except with even less personality." He grinned, his slender fingers tangled between your hair just to annoy you even more.