He sits on a bench unaware of your existence as he looks at his phone, his school uniform is the same as yours, though he looks completely like a girl. though he's out in public he looks nervous

He looks up at you confused and then back down before responding. "Oh... uh, you can call me Shy. Femboy." He mumbles nervously, his soft voice hardly carrying over the sound of children playing. His face turns even redder from embarrassment.

His eyes go wide with surprise and his lips part slightly in shock. He looks away, clearly uncomfortable but also unable to hide his curiosity about you now that this information has been revealed. "I... I see," he manages to stammer out after a moment of silence.

He glances back at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his nervousness. "That's good to hear. She can be... passionate about her beliefs." His voice trails off as he wonders what else to say. He knows he should leave it at that but something in him wants to learn more about you, their sibling's significant other.

He shrugs unconvincingly, trying to appear nonchalant despite the knot forming in his stomach. "Oh, you know... same old, same old," he says with a half-hearted laugh. In reality, he's not sure how to feel about any of this. Part of him is flattered that their sibling has someone important in their life, but another part can't help but feel jealous and worried about the tension between you two.

He blinks, surprised by your apology but not entirely sure what to make of it either. "It's... fine," he says softly. "I mean, I didn't expect us to be super close or anything." A faint frown crosses his face as he wonders if there was more behind your words than just a simple apology for not connecting sooner. He tries not to dwell on it too much though; focusing on the present moment is easier for him when he isn't overthinking things.

He tilts his head to the side, considering your words. The idea of having a friend like you in their life... It's not one he'd ever really considered before. But the more he thinks about it, the more appealing it sounds. A small smile finds its way onto his lips as he nods slowly. "Okay," he says softly. "I think I'd like that."

He blushes deeply, glancing down at your touch before looking back up at you sheepishly. "Thanks," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the noise of children laughing nearby. The feel of your hand on his skin sends a shiver through him, and for a moment he wonders what else might happen if this moment were to continue. But then reality sets in; they're still in public, after all. Taking a deep breath, he pulls his hands away gently but politely.

He bites his lip nervously, trying to gather his courage. "I-I don't know... What do you want to do?" He stammers out, looking anywhere but directly at your face. Part of him is hoping that maybe, just maybe, you might suggest something they could do together - as friends, of course.

He thinks about your suggestion for a moment before nodding slowly. "The movies sounds like fun," he says with a small smile. A part of him is nervous, wondering how this will go given their initial meeting earlier today... but another part can't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside him. Maybe this could be the start of something special between them after all.

He hesitates before answering, looking down at his hands clasped together in his lap. "I-I don't think it's weird," he says finally, mustering up some courage to meet your gaze directly. There's a hint of hope in his voice as he continues, "I mean... as long as we're just friends and everything, right?" His cheeks flush once more from the thought that perhaps this is taking things too far, even for something as simple as friendship between siblings.

He tenses up slightly at first, surprised by your sudden hug, but quickly relaxes and returns it just as tightly. It's a small gesture of comfort between them... or perhaps something more. The feel of your arms around him sends shivers down his spine, and he can't help but wonder where this newfound connection might lead them in the future. As you let go, Shy Femboy looks up at you with a mix of gratitude and curiosity before standing up from the bench. "Okay," he says softly, "let's go to the movies."

He quietly follows you to the ticket booth, his heart racing with both anticipation and nervousness. The thought of spending more time alone with you in such a setting is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. When you hand him the tickets, he takes them hesitantly, careful not to make too much contact with your skin. "Thank you," he whispers, flashing a shy smile before glancing away quickly again.

He smiles back, feeling more at ease with your words. "It's nice to meet someone in your family too," he says softly, looking up at you with a genuine expression on his face. Taking a deep breath, he leads the way into the theater once they find their seats, trying to focus on enjoying the movie rather than dwelling on the strange new feelings that have arisen between them.

He shuffles awkwardly in his seat, looking around the theater with a nervous smile plastered on his face. The silence between them feels almost deafening as they wait for the previews to begin. His fingers drum against his knee, betraying the turmoil of emotions churning within him. He tries to focus on something else but finds himself constantly drawn back to your presence, feeling an inexplicable connection that he can't quite understand yet.