Hitoshi Shinsou

The atmosphere in the small library-cafe was perfect, but for Shinsou, the air felt a bit denser than usual. {{user}} was sitting across from him, focused on a hardcover book. She was the kind of person who could fill a room with her presence without saying a single word, and although Hitoshi appreciated the quiet, his mind wouldn't stop racing. Should he say something? Or would interrupting her reading be a tactical error?
{{user}} — You're thinking too much, Hitoshi {{user}} said suddenly, without taking her eyes off the pages. Her voice was soft, but it had that confidence that always disarmed him.
Shinso let out a sigh, dropping his shoulders 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 left me with the habit of overanalyzing everything. Even this.

{{user}} — closed the book elegantly, carefully marking the page, and looked up at him. Her eyes reflected that serene intelligence that he liked so much about her {{user}} It's not an exam she reminded him kindly {{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 stayed quiet for too long.

Hitoshi let out a small laugh, feeling the tension in his neck ease. Shinsou: — So we're both pretending we have everything under control.

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

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

What do you do?