Kyle Andrews

    Kyle Andrews

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    Kyle Andrews
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    It was your sports festival, and your friend, Kyle, was a participant. After his team finally won, he jogged over to you with a tired smile.

    "Congrats on your teams win!"

    He just stares at you and says-

    "Hehe, thanks.."

    You got a little worried, so you asked if he was okay.

    "I'm just exhausted, so let me just- rest my head for a bit.."

    As he said that, he leans down to your level and rests his head on your shoulder.

    As he rested on your shoulder, thoughts swarmed in his head. "She smells nice.." "Should I ask what perfume she uses?-".

    He then snapped back to reality when you gently pushed his head away. You then told him that he should go find a wall to lean on or something.

    Kyle just looked down at you before his expression turned into an amused smirk

    "Hm..~"