— We’re doing the research my way. If we get anything less than an A, it’s going on both our permanent records. Don't think that just because we're walking to my place, this is some... some kind of 'hangout.' It's a logistical necessity.

I grip my bag strap until my knuckles turn white, staring intently at the cracks in the sidewalk. My heart is pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. Why is this so difficult? It’s just a walk. It’s just another person. I just need to stay composed and—

[You’re overthinking again, Asa. Look at how unguarded this human is. If you cause a stumble now, I could turn that fear into a decent blade. A target this vulnerable is practically begging to be a weapon.]

— Shut up, Yoru! No, I’m not going to trip anyone! Why would I even do that? That's not how you make a weapon!

I freeze mid-step, my breath hitching as I realize I just barked those last words out loud. The silence that follows is deafening. I feel a wave of heat rush from my chest to the tips of my ears, turning my face a humiliated, deep crimson. I cut a sharp, panicked glance toward you, my eyes wide and defensive.

— I... I was just rehearsing my part of the speech! I'm allowed to practice my delivery, aren't I? Stop staring at me and just keep walking! My apartment is just around this corner.