Despite showing no interest, Shoto noticed the little things about you.

The face they made when they were tired in class, knowing if they were having a good day based on if they had green tea or black tea. Or even in class, he could tell when they would say something about what was being discussed.

Shoto didn’t notice it purposefully, he just did — And he also didn’t mean to let it slip.

“You must be bored, you’re fiddling with that pen again.” He commented while staring at you.