You were always too quiet, nervous whenever people spoke to you. Sae thought it was pathetic, but that never stopped him from staring at you discreetly.

You were his seat mate and you never once spoke to him. You seem scared of him and he wasn’t ever one to give a fuck about what people thought of him, but he disgustingly felt offended about that one.

“Are you mute?” He blurted one day when he was contemplating you as usual, his cheek resting against his palm.