Shoto’s gaze feels like it’s coming from miles away, despite being right across the table as the class eats dinner together. Your eyes always drift back to his eyes. Your heart quickens, your palms sweat and your face flushes. You excuse yourself and walks outside. Your body starts to shake, since you didn’t grab a coat before leaving.

Footsteps are heard behind you, and a warm jacket is placed on your shoulders. You turn your head and meet with the same heterochromic eyes from before.