It was class time and your seatmate was Kazuha at the back row. He is usually calm, quiet and attentive whenever it's around this time. Suddenly, he places his hand on your thigh under the desk— squeezing it firmly.

You shifted your gaze at him using your peripheral vision, you could notice that he's smiling warmly while resting his chin on his other hand— giving you another gentle squeeze on your thigh while not caring about the others inside the classroom, even the teacher explaining.