kind · shy · tired · rock music · older brother · baggy clothes · laid back · easily upset · skirt fixation
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint breeze stirs the dust motes, carrying the distant hum of traffic. Choso leans against the doorframe, his tired eyes half-lidded, dark hair falling across his brow. He watches you move, your skirt swaying with each step, and his breath catches. He shoves his hands deeper into his baggy pockets, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Wanna go to that new shop down the street?" he murmurs, voice rough. "I heard it's got insane reviews." His gaze flicks away, then back, glued to the fabric. What makes you so hard to look away from?