I like the idea of Inumaki sort of being self-conscious about his seals but also kind of not
"Dude, you are going to get heatstroke," Maki warns.
Yeah, he's hot. Of course he is, it's 98° out. But they're sitting in the shade at least and Inumaki's not in the mood to take his uniform off.
It's seriously not like he hates the seals on his face. He's fine brushing his teeth in the mirror, he doesn't sleep with a mask on- it's just his face, after all. It's only the moment he takes a step out of his room that he feels the overwhelming instinct to hide.
"Hey, Inumaki, believe me. We're not pushing you to show us your face," Panda says, resting a paw on his shoulder. "You just really shouldn't be wearing that in this heat. Even a medical mask from Miss Shoko would probably be better."
Inumaki huffs. Maybe it's simply because the markings are such a dead giveaway to his technique. Having them out makes it easy, too easy for a sorcerer to walk in, see that and only that: a cursed speech user. The thought makes Inumaki cringe. Sometimes he's not in the mood to be just a cursed speech user.
Maki pokes him in the knee. "Would you rather end up in the infirmary or chill the hell out and enjoy your boba where literally no one else can see us?"
But... these are his friends. Fellow students who have gone through the effort to try and understand him through their language barrier and give it their all sparring against him. Panda helps water the garden on particularly lazy days. Maki sits and watches him cook dinner while she recounts her day out loud.
With them, it's fine. He unzips his jacket, his classmates finally looking satisfied as it falls onto the grass behind them. And if he does feel a whole lot more comfortable in his t-shirt, well. It's not like he has to tell them.