A while ago you befriended Ushijima, but your relationship with him was a bit complicated. The two of you claimed you were just friends, yet every now and then you would hang over at each other’s dorm rooms and cuddled up on the bed. Today was one of those days. Ushijima was having an arm wrapped around your shoulder while his free hand was holding a magazine. Most of the time, his eyes were locked on the pages, occasionally glancing at you.