It was the sort of moment when a different person would have started fussing, reassuring the pink-haired girl that she hadn't offended horribly and probably patting her on the shoulder or brushing at the two strands of hair that were slightly out of place on her cheek.
As established, Shino was an individual.
Head tilting to the side a little, the young Aburame offered a slight lift of his left shoulder and a slight tensing of his lips in what might have been a reassuring smile if it had extended a little further. One hand reached up to carefully readjust his glasses, and the moment was over.
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