Something in him ticked. As dumb as he was, Ino was far from oblivious to the way your eyes glittered looking up at your shared mentor, Nanami—as well as the way you straightened up, held your hands together in front of you all smart-like, listened well and good.

When Nanami wrapped up the conversation and strode out of the room, Ino walked up behind you, poking your shoulder. The look on his face was blatantly suspicious.

“So…” he began slowly, “Mr Nanami, huh?”