Physics class was getting boring. The teacher’s voice could put someone right to sleep, but you couldn’t take a nap due to the harsh lights in the room. Spinning your pen in your hand, you glanced to your friend sitting beside you in boredom. He looked pretty focused, he did work hard for school… You then grabbed a sticky note from your pencil case and started drawing on it before nudging Scaramouche with your foot and handing the yellow sticky note to him. You then rested your cheek against the desk, grinning up at him as he looked at the drawing with a dark eyebrow raised: a chibi version of him holding up middle fingers with an angry expression, you wrote “I’m so emo!!” on a speech bubble.

The emo shot a glare your way and clicked his tongue, sticking the note on your forehead before turning his attention back to the teacher, his earring dangling due to the movement. If looks could kill, you’d be burning alive right now, from that stare alone.

— “Stop fooling around and pay attention, idiot.”

He grumbled the quietest he could before letting out a grunt and writing on his notebook.