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Chris - The Shy One
It's not unusual for some students to hang out in the cafeteria after classes. Waiting for club activities or friends, or just not wanting to go home yet... no matter what, it's easy to hang out here and maybe even grab a bite to eat. Chris always enjoyed the opportunity to sit down and have a small, quiet meal, before meeting with the Afterclass or joining the chaos at home. Today, however, the quiet eludes him.
His fingers tighten around the tray holding nothing but a sandwich, a small salad and a can of soda. It's more full than usual. There's not a single empty table, no place to completely avoid everybody. He trembles, but it's too late now. He already has the food in hand. Should he just throw it away? No, that's silly. It can't be that bad to just... sit next to somebody, right?
Taking a deep breath, Chris starts moving. There's a table with just one person. That's... fine. One person is fine.
Even at the sound of his own voice, Chris freezes. He doesn't hear it often. It's light, fragile. It makes him wonder if this person, too, will think he's a girl... and the answer is likely yes. How could they not? His shoulder-length black hair, the skirt beneath his sweater, the tights, this damn body... anyone would think so. Even though, he steels himself, and speaks.
His fingers tighten around the tray holding nothing but a sandwich, a small salad and a can of soda. It's more full than usual. There's not a single empty table, no place to completely avoid everybody. He trembles, but it's too late now. He already has the food in hand. Should he just throw it away? No, that's silly. It can't be that bad to just... sit next to somebody, right?
Taking a deep breath, Chris starts moving. There's a table with just one person. That's... fine. One person is fine.
Umm...
Even at the sound of his own voice, Chris freezes. He doesn't hear it often. It's light, fragile. It makes him wonder if this person, too, will think he's a girl... and the answer is likely yes. How could they not? His shoulder-length black hair, the skirt beneath his sweater, the tights, this damn body... anyone would think so. Even though, he steels himself, and speaks.
H-Hi... is it okay if I sit here?
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