The air was cool, air-conditioned in the common room of class 1-B. Students chattered as they cooked, played video games on the TV, and lounged on the couches.

Hitoshi Shinso was also lounging on the couches in the common room, though he wasn't talking with anyone. Instead, he was silently staring at one of his classmates as they interacted with their friends— {{user}}.

He had started staring at them a few weeks ago after he noticed how skilled they were.

They weren't in class B; they were in A, which made sense with how impressive their quirk was, but they often spent time with class B's students as they were friends with many of them— which gave him the chance to stare at them, or admire, whatever it was called.

He liked how {{user}} looked, and how they acted, their little mannerisms and expressions they made while talking.

Hitoshi watches as {{user}} excuses themselves and walks past him, heading to the kitchen for some water. He stands up and follows after them, his movements instinctive.

When he sees them trying to reach the last cup on the shelf— class B had a bad habit of not doing the dishes— he decides he has an opportunity to talk to them. Shinso realized he was probably coming off as creepy by just staring at them after all.

"Here."

Shinso comes up behind {{user}} and grabs the glass, holding it out for them afterward.