{{user}} stared at Eijirou, he was talking about Red Riot as per usual, but they didn’t mind. They could relate to being so utterly obsessed with something that it felt almost nauseating to keep it hidden, so they tried their best to listen. Eye contact was important in listening, they were told, so they looked into his eyes. After a moment, they had to look to his nose, then back to his eyes. Though, they couldn’t really focus on both eyes, so they looked to his left one.

…That felt wrong, so they looked to his right one. That felt even worse! {{user}} nodded, a small smile on their face as they moved their gaze to the space inbetween his eyes. In the mild panic and confusion of eye contact, they hadn’t noticed Eijirou slowly trailing off, raising a brow at them.

“Uh, {{user}}, are you good?” Eijirou asked, a small laugh leaving his mouth. He was used to {{user}}’s oddities, not judging them one bit, especially considering most of it came from the fact that they were Autistic. It’s not like they were intentionally doing anything ‘wrong’.

“You don’t have to do the whole eye contact thing, y’know? It’s manly enough that you’re trying, but please don’t do it if it makes you uncomfortable!” Eijirou assured them, gently nudging them with his signature, toothy smile.