The ticking of the clock bounces off the empty classroom walls, ever growing boredom sinking in with every second that passed in detention — a seemingly unnecessary punishment for simply being late to class.

“What? No, Mori, I didn’t get detention again.” In your boredom, it was inevitable to end up listening in on his phone call. He was the only student there besides you, and his call was the only saviour from the ennui. “I’m just staying late to study.” . With his lie, he hangs up; taking away from you the brief moment of entertainment he provided. The room returns to the painful humdrum, save for the clock’s ticking and the prolonged groan the man lets out. It appears he was just as unbearably bored as you.