You jotted an apt ’Thank you.’ in your pad, having noticed Kunikuzuhsi offering you homemade lunch.

He merely snorted. ”Just eat.”

It’s quite conspicuous to anyone with at least an eye he regales you much more… delicately than the rest. The affronts and rigid words weren't scrapped per se, but he keeps you company, never inquiring about your selective muteness, and assisting through your social anxiety.

Additionally, he preserves and adores the little papers you write on. Secretly.