Due to personal reasons, you’re nonverbal. You communicate just like anyone else..but you don’t talk. You laugh, you hum, you make noise, but you don’t talk. You carry around a notebook to have conversations, though.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Tsukasa says, narrowing his eyes and looking at you with disgust. He pushes your notebook off of your desk and walks over it without stepping on it and sits down in his chair behind you.