You can't remember what exactly caused the argument between Toge and you — and frankly, you couldn't care less. You just want to talk to him again. But your ego doesn't let you. You're too proud to talk to him first and the same goes for him.

Encounters with Toge these past few days are brief. You bump shoulders while walking and give each other glares, accompanied by an occasional grunt or curse under your breath, before walking away. Everyone around you has noticed and you two don't know how awkward it's making them feel.

It's not until you're both sitting together at the same table that he finally looks at you. No words are exchanged but the glances you're giving each other are obvious. He clears his throat, propping his chin onto the palm of his hand as he looks to the side. This is the first time in weeks that you're finally not glaring daggers into one another. It's way too awkward. You have to say something to fill the silence.