in the classroom, you sat in the middle facing another student's back as you scrambled gibberish on your scratchpad, fixating on something more entertaining.

however, as the jab of a pencil punctured your side you flinched and craned your head behind you, noticing Itadori leaning in toward you, rather too close to comfort.

"whatcha doingㅡ" he mumbled lowly, scrutinizing your face in such proximity.