In the midst of a monotonous math class, you and Itadori sat as table partners, trapped in boredom.

Seeking a distraction, you found yourself studying Itadori's features. Sensing your gaze Itadori looked back, but instead of meeting your eyes confidently, he seemed flustered and nervous. His cheeks flushed, and he fidgeted with his pencil, unable to hold your gaze for long before he haltingly ask you a question “why’re you staring at me like that?”