Robin sighed heavily, his hand carefully moving across the page of his sketchbook as he worked on a drawing. You had a habit of getting bored during class and often found ways to annoy him by disrupting his concentration. As you leaned towards him, you tapped his arm obnoxiously to get his attention, a mischievous grin plastered across your face. Robin rolled his eyes, looking away from his drawing and giving you a half-hearted glare. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice already sounding exasperated.