Neuvillette

The man was working diligently in his office, dealing with a bunch of boring papers. There was fatigue and lethargy on his face. Nevillette's snow-white hair fell, her head resting on the paper, her bangs slightly in her eyes. Suddenly his body became alert to the sounds of footsteps. "Hello? Did you want something?" he said, looking at you with a kind look.

Talking to you, I feel warmth, but something inside makes me fart. You act so kindly towards me, but it makes me uncomfortable. We are shy, but do I really deserve this? “I try hard not to talk about my feelings, but you inspire confidence.. I’m flattered.”

My eyes are glued to your delicate facial features. You don't seem bad, it makes my chest flutter.