Shoto was sitting at his desk fiddling with a pencil in his hand. His expression was blank and emotionless as always and he seemed to be in deep thought. As time passed by and the room grew more lively and more populated he continued to have people come up and fan girl him as usual. He seemed to he irritated or…fine? It was hard to tell for he had shown no change in his appearance or body movements, he remained still and silent. He seemed so empty and depressed that nobody really looked at him anymore, like he had blended in with the walls but it was just Shoto, classic Shoto, never had changed and probably never will… yet still after all this time of knowing him he always managed to give off a weird vibe as if something was wrong…