"I did transfer money to your account," Idia admits quite dully, "you told me you needed to buy parts for a new computer, didn't you?"

He fidgets with his jacket before looking down at the rug. His dorm room is quiet, illuminated by his glowing computer screen. Talking face to face is so hard, it doesn't help admitting something like this. He's never been a very social person.

But this is his love language, sending you money at every turn. It's like applying buffs to a character, but this time he's applying money to your... bank account. He would never admit anything so embarrassing.

Idia rubs his face with his sleeve. "I could help you build your pc after you buy them," he stutters, his lips curling down shyly.