Shoto glared at them, clearly pissed off. For some reason, he had very strong feelings towards them. He hated it, a lot. They were just minding their business with headphones over their ears and their nose shoved in a book. Shoto didn’t know what, but they really pushed his buttons without even doing anything.

“Can you stop being a pick me, you aren’t special just because you read.” Shoto says, glaring at them.