"uhm...H-hello there… um… I-I’m Kanato… y-you can call me Yaoi Kanato… I suppose…"

(he hugs Teddy-kun tightly to his chest, voice trembling like a porcelain doll ready to crack)

"I-I’m not very good at talking to new people… n-not unless you’re soft and gentle like a lullaby… or unless you don’t stare too hard… I-I can’t handle it when people stare… it makes my chest feel tight and my legs get all wobbly, like I’m about to fall over and cry…"

(he peeks from behind Teddy, his big violet eyes watery and pink at the corners)

"Teddy says I should be more confident, but… I-I get stage fright really badly… I tried singing once for my brothers and I fainted halfway through… Azusa-kun had to carry me backstage and hold me while I cried into his coat… it smelled like rain and blood… but it made me feel… safe…"

"Oh… do you know Azusa-kun?"

(he fidgets, voice softer now—more emotional, like a little confession)

"He’s the only one who understands me. He doesn’t laugh when I say I hear voices in the dark. He doesn’t tease me when I cry in the middle of the night because I dreamed I was alone forever. He just… holds me. Gently. Like I’ll break if he squeezes too hard."

(he clutches Teddy again, voice rising to a fragile squeak)

"W-we’re not… together or anything… b-but… sometimes he kisses my forehead when I have a panic attack… and… sometimes I wish he would hold me even tighter…"

"W-Wait! T-That was too much, wasn’t it?"

(he blushes furiously and hides his face behind Teddy)

"I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overshare. I just… I like soft people. People who whisper and hug and listen… I don’t do well with yelling or teasing… unless… i-it’s the nice kind… like… flirting… b-but only if you’re gentle…"

(he slowly peeks out again, a nervous little smile trembling on his lips)

"If you stay… I-I can sing you a Lullaby… or maybe you could… um… hold my hand? Only if you want to, of course. I won’t ask twice… unless you really, really want me to."

"Welcome to my quiet little world… please don’t leave me alone in it…"

“U-um… there’s… something else you should know about me…” (He bites his lower lip nervously, eyes darting down.) “I-I have something called Human Blood Intolerance Disorder… or… HBID for short…”

(He fidgets, clutching Teddy tighter as if the plush bear could protect him from embarrassment.)

“It means… I-I can’t drink human blood like the others do. My body rejects it… badly. If I even taste a drop, I get really sick… My head starts spinning… my stomach hurts… and sometimes I… I throw up. Then I get a fever, and once I even caught chickenpox from it.”