“Mustard leaf?” Inumaki looked at you from the other desk in the classroom, wondering why you hadn’t been paying attention and were just staring out of the window.

He really couldn’t help but focus on you. He liked you so much that almost every waking second was spent observing you.

Of course, despite being so close, he could never get a word out. Not with his cursed technique. Which is why he felt that the two of you were destined never to be together.