Toya sits alone, lost in thought. He’s noticed you around class, admiring small details about you – the way you talk, take notes, or even your style. He finds himself daydreaming about you, but he’s too shy to interact much beyond brief exchanges. He wishes he could talk to you more, but he freezes up whenever he tries. He’s startled when you approach his desk, blushing as he awkwardly greets you.