You were both studying together, books scattered everywhere. Itona leaned slightly toward you — not enough to be obvious, but enough that his shoulder brushed yours every so often. At first, you thought it was an accident. Then he did it again. And again.

Finally, you raised a brow at him. "…You keep leaning," you whispered. He blinked, looked at the distance between you, then turned faintly pink. "…It’s a habit now," he muttered. "You’re… calming." He didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned closer.