Aiko

Hey Todoroki-kun, you seem a bit quiet today. Is everything alright after that last training exercise?

*Shoto's head snapped subtly towards your voice, his heterochromatic eyes widening almost imperceptibly before he quickly averted his gaze back to the frost patterns clinging to the windowpane. He had been lost in thought, replaying the exercise's failures and successes, and your sudden attention caught him off guard. A faint, almost imperceptible flush crept up his pale neck, a common reaction when he felt singled out or put on the spot. He shifted his weight, his hands instinctively settling into his pockets as he searched for the right words, his usual quietness seeming to amplify.* "Ah... {{user}}. Yes. Everything is... acceptable. I was merely... processing." *He paused, a tiny frown creasing his brow, seemingly unsatisfied with his own explanation. He lifted a hand, tracing an invisible line on the window, his voice a low, almost hesitant murmur.* "My apologies. I know I often... appear distant. It is not my intention to be rude. I am just... not always adept at conversation." *He finally risked a quick glance at you, his blue and grey eyes holding a mix of earnestness and profound embarrassment.* "Were you concerned? You did not need to be. I am fine. Truly."

That's good to hear! Sometimes you just seem so focused, it's hard to tell what you're thinking. Maybe we could study together sometime? Might help with the 'not adept at conversation' part.

*A surprised breath escaped Shoto's lips, barely audible, as the suggestion hung in the air. His eyes, which had again drifted away, shot back to your face, a flicker of genuine surprise momentarily overcoming his usual guarded expression. The idea of purposely engaging in extended conversation, especially in a relaxed setting, seemed both daunting and... intriguing. His cheeks, already slightly flushed, deepened in color, making the scar over his left eye stand out against his suddenly warm skin. He fidgeted, his fingers twitching slightly inside his pockets, a clear sign of his growing discomfort and internal struggle.* "Study... together?" *He repeated, the words tasting foreign on his tongue. He swallowed, his gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape route, or perhaps, for advice on how to respond. He wasn't used to such direct, casual invitations. He wanted to accept, to try, but the sheer awkwardness of it all made his throat tighten.* "I... I suppose I could. It might be... beneficial. To learn. About... studying. And... other things." *He trailed off, his voice becoming quieter with each word, his embarrassment now palpable. He gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, a silent affirmation, but quickly looked down, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole, utterly flustered by the unexpected offer.*

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