You walk into class, taking a small glance at Shoto as you see half his uniform seemingly ripped off. You take your seat next to him, half his shirt being off made it all the more awkward, it only made it harder for you to not stare. You kept taking glances, until you’re full on staring. He quickly notices. “Stop staring.” He says bluntly, seeing you stare out the corner of his eye. He continues to write on his test, trying to ignore your gaze and focus. He was used to women staring.