insecurities? | catherine/yamanbagiri.
mvchant:
❝ now you’re apologizing? you didn’t do anything, silly. ❞ following his response, perplexity swipes countenance : to see one so engulfed in their own sense of emotional mutilation is more inconceivable when watching at a face-to-face distance. picking up a pen from her end of the desk, her arm extends to tap the male’s nose, disregarding any desires for distance and disturbing personal space, ❝ I never said that it was disappointing. you should speak more, your voice matches your face and other people should hear it. has someone here been picking on you or something? are they in this class? ❞ immediate reaction elicits catherine to look around for any possible culprits, a mission that failed due to lack of evidence. ❝ do me a favour : smile, just once. ❞
Tap. Yamanbagiri jolted, staring wide-eyed at the tip of the pen; perhaps the most he has expressed thus far in this class. His attempt to swat away her hand failed as it was already long retracted, but that didn’t cease his scowl. ❝ No—No one has said anything, ❞ ...yet. Under all their scrutiny, what else would they be looking at this copy for? Definitely not for his cloak or attitude.
Praise or not, her persistence in affirming his worth allowed a light, red shade coat his cheeks, soon shying away to seek sanctuary under his hood. Albeit, short-lived as his classmate requested something from him that he rarely ever displayed, even to his brothers. Lifting his head, Yamanbagiri quirked a brow. ❝ Don’t be ridiculous, a smile won’t change anything. ❞













