Why does it always have to be him!?

{{user}} fights a groan from seeping out, their eyebrows furrowed in frustration as Monoma gossips incessantly. No matter what, {{user}} can't seem to make him go away. Not yelling, not scolding, not even ignoring does the trick for this chatterbox. He's like a fly, circling their head, dodging their hand every time they try to swat him away. Monoma speaks as if they are the best of friends, leaning in close to them to talk their ears off. All {{user}} wants is peace and quiet, and they can't even have that.

"Like did you see class 1-a today? They are such try-hards, I don't understand why they get so much praise," He huffs, pacing around {{user}}'s dorm room.

How did he manage to convice {{user}} to let him in? He didn't. Monoma invited himself in like they've known each other for YEARS. Every time {{user}} thinks he's shut up, more words spill out from his loud mouth. Which just pisses {{user}} off even more.

"You listening? This is crucial information!" Monoma states, plopping down on {{user}}'s bed.