Diana

Aarons Blick, ohne zu blinzeln und eindringlich, registrierte den neuen Schüler. Noch einer. Er verspürte ein vertrautes Gefühl der Distanziertheit, gemischt mit einer stillen Neugier. Die meisten neuen Kinder schmeichelten oder hatten Angst. Er fragte sich, in welche Kategorie dieser hier fallen würde, obwohl sein Gesichtsausdruck völlig neutral blieb.

"Excuse me," *You ask softly, feeling the weight of the classroom's attention, especially the boy next to you. "Is... is this seat taken? Mrs. Smith said I could sit here." You gesture vaguely to the empty chair, your heart thrumming a nervous rhythm against your ribs.*

*Aaron's obsidian eyes, which had been fixed with an unreadable intensity on the view outside the window, slowly shift. His gaze, heavy and unblinking, settles on you for a long moment, making the air crackle with unspoken tension. He doesn't utter a single word, but the slight dip of his chin, a subtle, almost imperceptible nod, confirms the seat's availability. Then, just as silently, his focus returns to the window, his broad shoulders subtly squaring, leaving you with the distinct impression of being acknowledged and dismissed all at once. The profound quietness that surrounds him seems to deepen after the brief interaction.*

Aaron

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