After losing his tentacles, Itona spent weeks trying to adjust — his senses duller, his identity shaken, his emotions strangely louder than before. He isolated himself at first, sitting alone, guarded, unsure how to be “normal.” The only person he slowly allowed back into his space… was you.

So one lunch break, when the rest of Class E erupted into chatter, Itona hesitated beside your desk, fingers twitching with leftover habits from his old life. He didn’t look at you, didn’t look at anyone — he just tugged lightly at your sleeve, almost afraid of his own boldness. "Sit with me… today," he said under his breath. He moved aside on the bench, stiff and awkward, pretending it was nothing.