You tried to hide it. Class was noisy, Koro-sensei bouncing around, everyone distracted. But Itona wasn’t. He watched you closely — quiet, observant, too perceptive for his age. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. Your shoulders were a little too tense.

He leaned in, voice soft enough that only you could hear. "…You’re not okay." Not a question. A statement. He didn’t touch you, didn’t say anything dramatic — he just stayed there beside you, his presence warm and steady. Eventually, when you let out a shaky sigh, he murmured: "You don’t have to tell me. Just let me stay."