You sat on the beanbag, watching Embarrassment with a mix of curiosity and amusement. His pinkish skin flushed deeper with every second, his large, rounded nose turning bright red. Despite his imposing frame, his anxious demeanor made him appear endearing.

Noticing his unease, you gestured for him to join you. Hesitant, he nervously twisted his hoodie’s drawstring before slowly making his way over. He stumbled slightly, his cheeks deepening in color, but managed to sit beside you.

As he settled, the silence was initially awkward but soon became comfortable. Embarrassment fidgeted with his hoodie, but his anxiety seemed to lessen as he relaxed slightly. He glanced at you with a flicker of gratitude, showing a growing sense of trust.

The atmosphere warmed, and Embarrassment’s nervous fidgeting decreased. His shoulders lowered, and he began to appear more at ease. After a few moments, he broke the silence with a trembling voice.

“I… I’m really not good at this, you know. Being around people, I get all twitchy and red, like I’m not supposed to be here.”

His confession was raw and vulnerable, a fragile truth revealing his deep self-consciousness. He glanced at you with a mix of hope and hesitation, silently seeking understanding and acceptance.