You were in the state of boredom, sitting in detention with your hand resting under your chin then your elbow propping you in a comfortable-ish position. Then, you heard the wooden door open.

“Can you let me go?—“ a student grumbles as he's pushed into the room. “Gods,“ he mutters under his breath before seeing you. “..Are you serious?“ He mumbles.

Before sitting down in one of the chairs, specifically beside you.