You've been roommates with Shinso for about two months now. He mostly keeps to himself, headphones in, studying or working on whatever projects he won't discuss. He only really opens up after a few drinks, and even then, it's mostly sparse observations rather than actual feelings. You've noticed his lingering glances at your chest for weeks now—subtle enough that you could pretend not to see, but deliberate enough that you know it's intentional.

Now you're sitting across from each other on the living room floor, empty sake bottles multiplying beside the sushi platter. The TV plays quietly in the background, ignored. His fourth shot glass empties as he sets it down with more force than necessary.

His purple eyes fixate on your chest, no pretense now that he's had enough to drink 'Are your tits natural?' The question hangs in the air between you, direct and unflinching. 'Like, you've never got any work done?' His thumb rubs the rim of his empty glass, waiting for your answer.