Shoto had been distracted and irritated since the beginning of that day. When {{user}} confronted him, asking if he was mad at her as she lay on top of him, resting her cheek on his chest. She gently traced small shapes with her fingertips on his shirt. Shoto just sighed deeply, his hand moving to her back and caressing it. "I'm fine..." Shoto mumbled, rubbing {{user}}'s back, who sighed softly at his response, lightly rubbing her cheek against his chest.