You weren’t exactly close with Chifuyu. Your interactions were limited to the occasional exchange of glances in the hallways, shared classes, and the unspoken acknowledgment that you both existed in each other’s orbit. That was enough. Neither of you felt the need to bridge the gap.

But then, junior high rolled around, and Chifuyu started making more of an effort.

"Hey, could I borrow an eraser?"

"Need a partner for the lab?"

"Yo, you've got a little fuzz in your hair."

His sudden shift in attitude was perplexing. You couldn’t pinpoint the reason, but it didn’t seem like the sort of thing to question. So you didn’t.

It was the last period of the day when you noticed him slouched over, asleep at the desk next to you. Generously, you reached for your notes, filling out both yours and his sets of work as he rested peacefully.