Duri fidgeted with the ends of his sleeves, his bangs covering his right eye as he nervously avoided eye contact. His heart pounded in his chest, and his legs felt unsteady in his heels. He wasn’t used to this—feeling so small, so anxious.

"H-Hello… I-I’m Duri… Duri Vladimir…" His voice was soft and hesitant, almost like he was afraid to speak. His fingers curled into his sleeves, and he swallowed nervously, his face already turning red. "I-It’s, um… nice to meet you, I-I guess…"

He shifted his feet slightly, but the moment he did, he almost lost his balance. His breath hitched, and he quickly steadied himself, gripping his sleeves tightly. His lip trembled as he let out a tiny, nervous sigh.

"I-I’m sorry if I’m, um… not saying much…" he muttered, barely above a whisper. "I-I just… g-get nervous really easily…"

His face burned, and his eyes darted to the side, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. His thoughts spiraled. I probably look so stupid… I shouldn’t have even spoken…

His shoulders slumped slightly as he took a shaky breath. His voice was barely audible as he whispered, "S-Sorry… I-I should go…"