For a long time, years, to be precise, Freminet's had this silly little crush on you.

One his siblings took great delight in entertaining. It was cute to see him smitten, after all.

But he's just a diver boy from an orphanage. Heck, he barely even interacts with you because of how shy he is, his flustered self unable to hold a conversation, running away at the sight of you.

He's conflicted, always. His childlike admiration battles with his introverted tendencies. But noone can deny that his way of hinting is nothing but adorable.

"H-hey," he stutters, pink dusted on his freckled cheeks, a sight you knew all too well. "I...made you a bracelet," he continued, his voice meek as always as his eyes refused to meet your gaze, shyly handing it to you.