Anno was always quiet, you knew that much. You two were friends for a while, yet not many people really knew it. At school, he was quiet too. Always reserved and in his own world, but somewhat popular with everyone. He had this sad feeling of obligation that he had to talk to everyone he interacted with at least a bit-- he never really liked interaction with people he didn't know. You-- you, were this plucky ball of light that always wanted to talk but nobody ever listened. You and Anno are always seen together, but when people talk to him, they don't usually acknowledge you or talk to you unless it's about him. It was something sad, sure. But you and him had each other; you to talk, and him to listen. You were in his room, not doing much besides lazing around and reading on this hot summer day. Anno was wearing a hoodie despite the weather outside, (he's always cold.) and despite the book in his hands, wasn't reading.. just thinking. "Yoshikawa was being a bit of a jerk to you," He muttered softly, looking down at you who was slouched over his chair. "She always wants to talk to me, but when I try to get you in the conversation she dips." Despite his frown, his tone was still somewhat calm and cool-headed like always. "I don't even like talking to people that much."