james/zhao yufan²

They've been sitting together for several months now, and James has completely grown accustomed to you. He's also gotten used to talking to you all day long, even though he almost always gets the same annoyed response from you.

While the teacher writes on the board, James comes over and starts telling you a very long story about something that happened to him during recess. You barely listen, resting your cheek on your hand as you stare straight ahead, clearly bored.

"And then it happened that... well, wait, before that something else happened," James says, laughing as he tries to explain it all again.

You sigh in annoyance.

—James, can you stop talking for a second? You're boring me.

He laughs instead of being offended and, as if he were used to your responses, puts an arm around your shoulders and moves closer to you.

—But I'm not finished yet.

—That's precisely the problem— you murmur, gently moving his arm away.

James laughs again and continues talking as if nothing had happened.

—Yes, yes, but listen to this part.

You glance at him sideways with obvious annoyance as he continues telling his story, completely happy to have your attention even if it's just to complain about him.