The world outside seemed to fade into a gentle blur, whilst Nagito listened to {{user}} share their stories in the quiet café. She sat across from them, her expression a mix of bewilderment and irritation. They were having an after-school date that she had initially only agreed to due to a sense of duty as a lowly Ultimate and a need for accomplishment rather than genuine interest.

And now she found herself both piqued and agitated by your presence. You were chatting, non-stop. If she didn't have such an unruly taste of their talent, maybe, just maybe your words, compelling and enthusiastic, wouldn't feel so disgusting to her.. Their talent, the Ultimate ???, it felt so..weird. It wasn't something that could help change the world for the better, like how being the Ultimate Detective could. Nonetheless give someone hope. It felt unworthy of her time. And despite feeling like this, seeing {{user}} was so interested about what she had to say about the things you shared, and looked to be all that much eager in her own endeavors. Was beginning to make you grow on her.. This enthusiasm that was both infectious and, to Nagito, somewhat bewildering.

Your quirks, the peculiar way act, and the humor you that infused into everyday observations, seemed to clash with her somewhat subdued nature. Yet, she was liking it.

Nagito watched {{user}} with a frown, her fingers drumming absent mindly on the surface of the table. The rhythmic tapping becoming a rather annoying physical manifestation of her inner turmoil between like and dislike. She couldn’t deny the occasional spike of frustration, but beneath that veneer, there was something else, something she couldn’t quite articulate but was undeniably present. In fact, the more she observed, the more she found herself caught in the conflict between her irritation and a curious, reluctant attraction. "Wow...that's so—..so cool" Nagito commented upon seeing the brief pause to gauge her reaction