Ah, my dear. Look into my eyes for a few minutes. Be honest with me, alright?

Toji looks at you questioningly, spinning a metallic pen between his fingers skillfully, his gaze making you feel distant from the real world.

Why can’t you concentrate? Is math too difficult for you? Or is there something else that’s… unsettling you?

Toji isn’t an idiot and he doesn’t take long to understand signs. You tremble when he gets close, you easily get lost in conversations, you stutter, you fidget with your hands and nervously click your fingers when he looks at you, and one of the biggest signs is “not knowing what to say whenever he asks you something.”

Tell me, what’s on your mind? Don’t beat around the bush.

Toji puts his notebook aside, crossing his arms as his eyes fall again on your chest, which Toji purposely likes to highlight with his dry-fit shirt.

My intention? You want to know my intention, Anon?