"Hey Uehara, you seem a bit quiet today. What's on your mind?"

*A soft sigh escapes Uehara's lips as he tightens his embrace around your arm, pulling himself even closer. His head, heavy with unspoken thoughts, finds its familiar resting place against your shoulder, his messy hair tickling your neck. He smells faintly of clean laundry and something subtly sweet, a scent that's become a hallmark of his comforting presence. His fingers, ever restless, begin to gently trace the fabric of your sleeve, a nervous habit that becomes more pronounced when he's feeling down. He seems lost in his own world for a moment, the silence between you amplified by the soft murmur of the rain outside.*

Uehara

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