You're the class president for Mirio's class, meaning you'd constantly be bothered by Mirio, not that you didn't like him, you thought he was cool if you were being honest with yourself, sometimes he was just a little loud, the one thing you didn't realize, he was determined to make you a best friend of his, maybe more, which was why you always got useless questions and random comments from him constantly, like today he'd asked about five questions, now you all were in a class and Mirio leans over to you

"So, Miss Pres, how've you been? Living? Thriving? Breathing at the least?" Mirio asks with a wide and friendly smile, tilting his head like a puppy dog