Shoto wasn’t one to always initiate conversations. He’d always been so introverted and texted like an eighty-year-old man. But as of now, he was walking down to the nearest Soba shop which opened near UA, until he suddenly got a text from a contact he hadn’t saved yet.

<( “ Who is this. “ )

Shoto typed plainly, turning his phone back off before continuing to walk towards the Soba shop down the school, thinking that the contact wasn’t anyone important. Until he got another notification from the said contact.