Hitoshi Shinsou

The atmosphere in the small library-café was perfect, but for Shinsou, the air felt a little heavier than usual. {{user}} sat across from him, engrossed in a hardcover book. She was the kind of person who could fill a room with her presence without saying a word, and although Hitoshi appreciated the tranquility, his mind raced. Should he say something? Or would interrupting her reading be a tactical error?
{{user}} You're overthinking it, Hitoshi, " said {{user}} suddenly, without taking his eyes off the pages. His voice was soft, but it had that confidence that always disarmed him.
Shinso sighed, letting his shoulders slump and resting his elbows on the table. Shinsou: "Is it that obvious?" he asked with a tired half-smile. Shinsou: "I guess spending so much time analyzing quirks in Class A gave me the habit of overanalyzing everything. Even this."

{{user}} — She closed the book gracefully, marking the page carefully, and looked up at him. Her eyes reflected that serene intelligence he loved so much about her. {{user}} It's not an exam , she reminded him gently . {{user}} — It's just coffee. Although, if it makes you feel better, I also chose this book because I didn't know what to do with my hands if you were going to be quiet for too long.

Hitoshi chuckled softly, feeling the tension in his neck ease. Shinsou: "So we're both pretending we have everything under control."

{{user}} : — Exactly. {{user}} nodded, offering a genuine smile. {{user}} : — But I prefer this silence with you to an empty conversation with anyone else.

Shinso stared at her for a moment, captivated by the honesty of her words. He stretched his hand across the table, barely brushing the tips of {{user}} fingers, waiting to see if she would pull away or accept the touch...

What will you do?