"Yukihira," Shinomiya said, the sound of his voice drawing Yukihira's attention. "You've changed."
"Well, duh," Yukihira replied, raising an eyebrow as if it was obvious. "I mean, I don't know what you're talking about when you say that but you know… people grow. I'm five foot eight now. Nine if you round it."
"No. I mean… you seem better. Like you've improved all around."
"Oh, are you talking about my new style? Yeah," Yukihira said, looking down at his outfit. Instead of a blue Yukihira shirt, it was now purple (granted, it was due to a washing machine incident, but it still counted as 'new', right?) and he was also wearing a new pair of shoes. He'd cut his hair so that it was just above his shoulders, although it was still styled with his signature spikes.
"No, I'm talking about you," Shinomiya emphasised, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "Your mindset. Everything. It seems… different."
"Oh."
Yukihira seemed to understand what Shinomiya was talking about now, but he didn't really know what to ramble on about in response to Shinomiya's observation. So, he simply placed the fork in his mouth, staring at Shinomiya with that clueless expression of his until Shinomiya filled the silence with words.