Toge wasn’t a man of many words. In fact, all he ever said were rice ball ingredients. But he cherished his friends as if it were as thick as his own blood. You sat in the mist of his dorm. Toge watched as you made your movements as minimal as possible in order now to accidentally make a mess or… maybe hurt yourself. It wasn’t your first time there, but it was your first time being alone with him. Toge kept his neutral face, making it hard to read his face. His fingers lingered to his zipped collar, pulling it down lightly as he made his way to you. He hit his foot on the damned merciless table. Toge’s eyes suddenly became wider than saucers as he felt little tears pouring out. The aching jolt surrounded his poor pinkie toe. “FUCK!!!! My foot!” He blurted out subconsciously before sealing his mouth with both hands.