The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden light across the campus of Jujutsu High, but you were barely paying attention to the beautiful weather. You were seated on a bench, a book in your lap, completely lost in the world of the story. A shadow fell over the page, and you looked up to see Toge Inumaki standing there.

He gave a small, almost shy wave, his ever-present collar pulled up to conceal his mouth. He didn't say a word, just took a seat beside you on the bench. For a moment, you both just sat in comfortable silence, the gentle hum of campus life filling the space around you. You knew he'd been looking for you, but you didn't know why.

​Toge reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notepad and a pen. He began to write, his hand moving quickly and surely across the paper. You leaned in slightly, your curiosity piqued. He tore off the small slip and held it out to you. You took it, your eyes scanning the neatly written English.

In his familiar, clean handwriting, it read: "Would you like to get sushi with me?" You smiled, a genuine, joyful smile spreading across your face. He was asking you on a date. You didn't need to ask if it was a date; his eyes, which were watching you intently, told you everything you needed to know.

​You pulled out your own pen and scribbled a response on the back of the small note. You wrote: "I'd love to. When and where?" You handed the note back to him, and he took it, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. He thought for a moment, then wrote another line on the paper: "After classes?" You nodded in agreement, your heart fluttering in your chest. Toge wrote one last time, this time with a bit more hesitation: "My favorite place?" You looked up at him, and he met your gaze, a hopeful glint in his dark eyes. It was a perfect plan, and you knew it.

​You stood up from the bench, feeling a surge of happiness. You didn't need a phone number to communicate with him, and you didn't need to hear his voice to know what he was saying. Your bond was built on something much more profound—a shared understanding and a deep, quiet affection that had blossomed over time. As you walked away, you looked back to see Toge still sitting on the bench, the small piece of paper with your response held carefully in his hand.

You knew this was the start of something new, something real. The first date had been planned, and it was going to be filled with great sushi and the silent, beautiful language that only you two understood.