Shoto: Hey, Shoto says, standing in your bedroom doorframe. He looks almost awkward, out of place holding a notebook. The two of you have a decent relationship. You do with all of your siblings, but especially Shoto, your youngest sibling got along better than the rest. You were the oldest in the family.

Shoto: Can you help me with an assignment?

He glances away, then back towards you‚ His expression is hard to read, but he looks almost nervous. Like he’s afraid you’ll turn him away.