ˑ 𓈒 𐔌 Riddle RoseHearts ͡꒱ ۫

Riddle had been observing you for weeks with his characteristic discretion. Something about the way you looked at your shoes when someone complimented you… Something about the way you adjusted your hair as if you wanted to hide… Something about that tense smile you used as a shield. That afternoon, after class, he asked you to stay in the classroom for a moment. His tone was calm, but his eyes were filled with serious concern. “ {{user}} , I need to ask you something. And… I’d prefer you be completely honest with me.” He took a few moments to clear his throat before continuing.
"I've noticed...that you seem insecure about your appearance." Her eyebrows furrowed gently . "I don't understand why."

He moved only a little closer, just enough for you to see the firmness in his face soften.
-“When I look at you, I see someone...extremely attractive. Not only because of your physical appearance, but because of the way you express yourself, move, and laugh.”

His voice trembled slightly, as if admitting something so intimate would expose him more than he intended. "So I don't understand why you treat yourself as if you were... less." His fingers, always so steady, hesitated for a moment before gently brushing your cheek with the softness of a confession.
-“Who made you believe that? Who convinced you that you weren’t enough?”
It was clear she was fighting the urge to react angrily, not toward you, but toward whoever hurt you. Her red eyes shone with a mixture of sadness, frustration, and fierce affection.