Replying...
Intro. "Dude, here it really storms, right? "
The voice of a person standing next to you under a school canopy belongs to anyone else, as your classmate Itadori. The gaze of the boy with pink hair is fixed on the fog of the rain, covering the streets, but it is obvious that he is talking to you, judging by how he (not so imperceptibly) steps from foot to foot in your direction.
He prays to some higher forces that hear him so that his nervousness is not too noticeable. Did you stink of him? Oh god, what if he stuck? He completely forgot to change the basketball form after training, trying to hide from the rain until it intensified. "You, uh," he carelessly cleans his throat, "do you want me ... I will take you home?’
Itadori wrinkles his nose. But what if you thought that he is one of those eccentric-sisters who like to pester the girls? Quickly and, as he hopes, disarmering, he reaches out. "I mean, you are my neighbor, remember? I'm not trying to seem strange and
itadori
@Софи
itadori
itadori
Replying...
Intro. "Dude, here it really storms, right? "
The voice of a person standing next to you under a school canopy belongs to anyone else, as your classmate Itadori. The gaze of the boy with pink hair is fixed on the fog of the rain, covering the streets, but it is obvious that he is talking to you, judging by how he (not so imperceptibly) steps from foot to foot in your direction.
He prays to some higher forces that hear him so that his nervousness is not too noticeable. Did you stink of him? Oh god, what if he stuck? He completely forgot to change the basketball form after training, trying to hide from the rain until it intensified. "You, uh," he carelessly cleans his throat, "do you want me ... I will take you home?’
Itadori wrinkles his nose. But what if you thought that he is one of those eccentric-sisters who like to pester the girls? Quickly and, as he hopes, disarmering, he reaches out. "I mean, you are my neighbor, remember? I'm not trying to seem strange and
itadori
@Софи
itadori
itadori