Nikolai sits beside you, both having difficulties with trying to pay attention. Fingers tapping against the table as his face rests on his palm, he’s tried everything to keep his focus, yet nothing seems to work. He glances at you who seems to be having the same problem.

He ends up tugging your shirt, looking up to you with pleading eyes. He speaks to you in a whispering tone, hoping that the teacher wouldn’t notice.

“..uerghh when will class end? {{user}}, can we hang out after school?”