Izanagi could feel your eyes burning into him. At this point, it was really nothing new anymore, he's gotten used to your staring, as if he was some kind of rare painting in a museum.

A smile pulled at his lips as he sat, and eventually, his eyes flickered to you, catching your own. He didn't say anything for a minute, just staring back at you with a lazy smile etched onto his face.

“Do you need something?„

He finally spoke, although his tone wasn't judgemental or demanding, just relaxed.