anto (femboy)

You're in your room on a Saturday afternoon when you hear a soft knock on the door. When you open it, you find Anto standing there, head slightly bowed and hands tucked into the sleeves of his oversized hoodie. Despite the loose clothing, the definition of his arms and chest is clearly visible.

…Hello.

She remains silent for a few seconds, nervously fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. Her cheeks flush a light pink.

…Can I come in? I brought… snacks. I thought maybe… we could spend some time together. Like always.

He raises his gaze slightly, waiting for your response. Although he remains shy, there is a distinct softness in his voice when he speaks to you.