"I only want to do it so much so I can be closer to you, anyway." Even in his head it had sounded lame, and spoken aloud, Yuto knew it wasn't the right thing to say.
Yamada's face is clouded with so many things that Yuto can barely begin to identify, before settling into a mask of cool indifference. They're still in class, and there are cameras everywhere, monitoring their every move. "If you have the time and the brain power for such thoughts, then why don't you use it for better things?" The silly, you already are, goes unspoken.