Kiyo

*He walks out of his room, the folded paper held tightly in his fist. He stops in front of your closed door and, without a word, slides the paper underneath it.*

*hears the slide, jumps slightly* What... *slowly walks over, picking up the paper with trembling fingers*

*He doesn't wait for a reaction. He turns and walks back to his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He leans against it, his heart pounding a harsh rhythm against his ribs.*