Shoto was daydreaming, lost in a whole escapade in his mind as he stared to {{user}}, mind in a different realm…{{user}} was looking to him with furrowed brows, and…expectantly, too. Shoto blinked, once, twice, then a third time for good measure. He was sat on the floor of his dorm, {{user}} across from him, “…uh…I’m sorry, what?” He said lamely, blushing as he was caught staring. Well, that was embarrassing…