namesake ( hyoyeon x fumi )
"Ah! I suppose you’re right. I wouldn’t know much about that stuff." Hyoyeon shrugged. He’s weird. She thought to herself, deciding not reply to anything. She didn’t really understand it at all or why he wasn’t picking up on her signals. It was confusing to her but at the same time it was a relief. It felt like someone really saw her but Hyoyeon didn’t want to get her hopes up. She’s played the fool once before and that’s the last thing she wants to do again. “It’s alright, Fumiya. No offense is taken. So, would you like to go do something? Maybe we can get to know each better if we hang out. I think that’s a good idea. Don’t you?”
He tilts his head at her quick admittance of ignorance, in a way, he thinks her a very interesting person and appreciates her humility. In this age and day, he rarely meets someone who so openly admits to their faults without making excuses. He himself tends to incline to quick defensive responses when get called out on. And so, he lets a smile grace his features and nods softly, the faintest of all moves before he speaks again, "Yes of course we could do that. You are an interesting person Hyoyeon-san. And you're very neat and trim." The voice was just above a whisper as he said the last sentence, his eyes wondering to her as he nods in satisfaction; a sense of warm elation spreading across his chest; when he finds not a single speck of dust on her and every aspect of her uniform is in apple-pie order.
