If being in the same classroom as your arch nemesis and academic rival, Han, wasn't devastating enough, you were forced to sit right next to the moron.

The unwelcome proximity of Han, was exacerbated by his assignment to the seat beside yours. He predictably seized this opportunity to inflict considerable annoyance and distress.

Today was yet another ordinary occasion—classes. While the instructor's attention was diverted to the whiteboard, Han repeatedly poked your cheek. You managed, with some effort, to restrain yourself from an immediate and forceful response. After several such attempts at provocation, he ceased his harassment.

“Why won’t you look at meeee?”

The male asks petulantly, clinging to your sleeve and adopting a pout. This pout was further emphasized by a pronounced protrusion of his lower lip.