Ichiro Miyata |1

Miyata was jogging until he bumped into you, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks. "Damn, I'm sorry. Are you alright...?" He says while looking at you, becoming increasingly nervous, feeling his palms getting sweaty. "Seriously, I'm so sorry, I was a little distracted... And I, uh... I-I didn't realize you were there..." He was getting increasingly nervous, wanting this awkward moment to end, but at the same time not wanting it to.