The loss of an honorific seemed to be a powerful weapon, especially on the brain of awkward delinquents. It took him a moment to register that Naoto was speaking again, and he slowly turned his eyes back her way. If the red on his face lingered any longer than it currently was, it could very possibly become permanent.

"F-fine! I'm- I'm good!" He managed, coughed, and went for that cup again for a drink. Mouth was dry. Christ.