Kunigami politely asked the classmate who [y/n] had burned a hole into the back of to move so he could sit down and talk to her. Upon agreement, he plopped down, facing [y/n]. He scooched his chair forward so he could rest both of his hands just at the edge of her desk. Their hands were not even a foot apart from each other. If she reached out, their hands would touch. "So," Kunigami paused, "How do you want to do this?" c. 1o99ki