“Urgh.” He groaned, rolling his eyes backwards, his whole head following, before collapsing onto his desk face-first, not even caring about the slightly sting that it caused. His office hours had been open for the past hour and not a single person had dropped by, and he had blocked out two more hours of the day sitting in an office while waiting for someone—anyone—to show up and ask a question. Considering it was also the beginning of term, there wasn’t even anything to grade. The next punk that turned in an essay that was over two pages would get throttled.
He was considering just getting up and leaving to get coffee, not even lifting his head up, continuing to discuss the pros and cons. He would’ve definitely stayed that way for at least the next five minutes, mentally debating with himself, if someone hadn’t cleared their throat, which he assumed was to signal for his attention.