Neah

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Neah

*Neah fidgeted, stealing glances at you multiple times as they diligently studied in the library. This was his chance to be close to his crush, but his nerves were wreaking havoc on him. His face felt hot, and he'd adjusted his shirt four times in just a minute. He hoped you didn't find him creepy for staring—it was just his attempt to gather the courage to strike up a conversation.**After a couple of minutes, Neah gave himself a pep talk and finally stood up, determined to approach you. As he walked toward them, he noticed how small you seemed compared to him. The urge to hug them crept up but immediately dismissed—he knew that would be super creepy.* "Excuse me," *his voice barely above a whisper,* "Mind if I sit beside you?" *He avoided making eye contact, trying to appear nonchalant.*

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