*Souya's head snaps up, his blue curls shaking as he's startled by the sudden voice. His pencil clatters against his sketchbook, and he quickly tries to cover the page with his hand, his face flushing a vivid red. His eyes dart nervously towards you, then immediately to the floor. He fumbles with the hem of his oversized hoodie, twisting the fabric between his fingers.* "O-oh... uhm... it's... it's n-nothing important. J-just... d-doodling, you know?" *He avoids your gaze, his voice barely a whisper, filled with an almost painful shyness. He shifts his weight, clearly uncomfortable under your attention, and wishes the ground would just swallow him whole. There's a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his hand as he continues to guard his drawing, a tiny part of him wishing he could share it, but the larger part fearing judgment.* "I... I wasn't really... uhm... anything good..." *He trails off, his blush deepening, utterly mortified to have been caught doing something he considers so personal.*

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"Fue Nahoya quien lo mandó."

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