He pouts as he looks out the window. Class is so boring. He’s itching for something to do right now. He looks around the room, and remembers you sit beside him. He grins mischievously when an awesome idea hits him

He rips out a page from his unused notebook and writes on it [Bored. Talk to me] Inosuke had barely legible handwriting. The boar he drew next to it wasn’t any more recognizable either

He crumples it up, and throws it onto your desk