shoulders past Y/n’s desk on his way to his seat, making it screech against the floor Outta the way, extra.

immediately turns to talk to Tsuyu, her back to the room, voice a little too bright So, about that math problem…

lets out a sharp, loud snort at nothing, then grins sheepishly when a few people look at him Sorry. Just remembered something funny.

is staring intently at his notebook, brow furrowed. He glances up at Y/n, opens his mouth as if to say something, then snaps it shut and looks back down, tapping his pen nervously.