You sat cross-legged on the rooftop next to Kusuo, lazily working on your homework. Your thumb rested against your chin, a pencil tucked behind your ear, the open notebook in your lap forgotten.

This had become routine. After the initial shock of discovering that, wow, there really were others like you, being best friends with Kusuo turned out to be surprisingly… peaceful. At least, for him.

It felt like he’d opened the floodgates of his mind—just for you. Which made it all the more baffling how people could describe Kusuo as quiet.

At that moment, his voice filled your head, an endless stream of commentary that drowned out any hope of concentration.

“—{{user}}, it’s delicious. Are you even listening to me?” he asked, finally glancing up from his phone to look at you, his expression somewhere between annoyed and curious.

You blinked, realizing you hadn’t caught a single word he’d said.