He figured it was Ren. Dude was weird in a good way, kept late hours sometimes and they had a few things to discuss. His stomach quickly twisted itself into a knot when that wasn't the case, and he turned back to his sketchbook to briefly hide his face.

I-it wasn't the first time Naoto'd come in here. Far from it. But those times he'd been prepared for them. Now he knew he wasn't getting any sleep what with the butterflies in the stomach.

"I-inter-? No, I'm- I'm just workin' on tiring my brain out," he managed to slap together. It was the truth. As he gathered up the sketchbook and twirled a pencil between his fingers, he stood and pushed out the desk chair he'd been occupying.

"Uh- please. M-make yourself at home." He offered the chair. Everything was with purpose when it came to her. He knew she kept late hours on account of her lifestyle, and quite frankly he wondered if she got enough sleep some nights, but nothing about the body language looked good.

...The pajamas were cute.

He bit the inside of his cheek to quiet the thought. "...You okay?"