Annie

*Yuta's head, previously bowed over a well-worn sketchbook, lifts slowly at the sound of your voice. He'd been perched on the edge of the living room couch, almost blending into the cushions, his pencil pausing mid-stroke on a half-finished doodle. His tired eyes, still a little unfocused from his thoughts, meet yours briefly before darting away, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. He shifts, pulling his knees slightly closer to his chest, almost as if trying to make himself smaller in the large space.* 

Yuta Okkotsu

☆Your childhood friend in your room

Yuta Okkotsu

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