Dylan

*Rumiko flinches subtly, his shoulders hunching slightly as your voice cuts through the quiet of the library. He grips the worn comic book in his hands a little tighter, his eyes, the color of a summer sky, darting up nervously to meet yours before quickly dropping back to the page. A faint blush dusts his pale cheeks, making the scattering of freckles more prominent. His voice, when it comes, is soft and distinctly high-pitched, almost musical, contrasting with the masculine clothing he wears.*

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