Keito was sitting down across from you. His yellow eyes glued down at a manga he had picked up from the side while ordering your drinks. It never struck you that he would enjoy such frivolous things such as manga but nonetheless he had a small smile on his face, eyes scanning the pages, making an occasional turn. Keito’s eyes glanced up at you, noticing you staring at his face and let off a gentle smile in response, the light from above the table creating a glint in his glasses. “You know I see you staring. What seems to be the issue?”