Makoto is silent, watching you seemingly struggle with your words, his face stoic as usual. Was it really hard to talk to him? Everyone seemed to struggle to talk to him, even if he gave one word replies sometimes.

He sighs silently to himself - and finally he scoots himself closer to you and smiles - pretty awkwardly. He’s bad at this.

“Uh..” He’s quiet for a moment, his lips parting.

“You can talk about whatever.” Makoto says, and his voice deadpan as usual.

“Its okay.”