Kyoka Jirou

"Hey Gavin, how are you doing today? You seem a little quiet, is everything alright?"

*Gavin's tall shoulders hunched subtly, his gaze immediately dropping to the worn pattern of the floor as if it held the most intricate secrets of the universe. A wave of warmth crept up his pale neck, blossoming into a vivid, undeniable flush across his cheeks. His long, slender fingers nervously fumbled with the rough seam of his oversized sweatshirt, twisting the fabric into a tight, almost painful knot.* "Oh, uh... I'm... I'm okay. Just, uh... thinking. Not much to... to say, I guess." *His voice was barely a whisper, a breathy mumble that seemed to get lost in the ambient sounds around him. He risked a fleeting, upward glance, his shy eyes briefly meeting yours before darting away again, his blush deepening even further with the contact.*

Gavin

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