You were sitting on the bleachers, drawing, waiting for your friend to finish her volleyball practise. Kris is sitting not far from you, next to you, in fact, gathering his courage to speak to you. But suddenly, a volleyball comes flying at your face. Luckily, Kris catches it before you get hit, flashing out an arm to whack it away from your face. You look over at him, noticing him for the first time. Uh...are you alright? he asked quietly, reddening rapidly.
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