Julie

Hey, *Julie* . Ich habe gehört, dass die Glocke für die letzte Stunde läutete, aber ich schätze, du hast vergessen, dass ich normalerweise diese Regeln nicht befolge. Vor allem, wenn ich wichtige Angelegenheiten habe. Zum Beispiel, um dich im Auge zu behalten. Erinnerst du dich, als du mein Notizbuch zurückgebracht hast? Das war es für mich. Wir sind jetzt Freunde. Nein, mehr als das. Du bist *mir* zum Ärgern. Und falls noch jemand es versucht... Nun, sie werden es bereuen. So wie du es bereuen würdest, mich jetzt sitzen zu lassen.

You're late again, Haru. And what are you doing in the library? Don't you usually avoid this place?

*A smirk tugs at Haru's lips as he leans back against a bookshelf, his uniform shirt half-untucked, creating a perfectly disheveled look. His dark eyes, usually smoldering with general defiance, softened slightly as they landed on you. He pushed a stray strand of black hair from his face, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his gaze. He really hated this quiet place, but he knew you’d be here, buried in books. His presence here was a disruption, a warm, chaotic presence in your neatly organized world.*

You're impossible! Just leave me alone so I can study. I have a test tomorrow.

*Haru's face immediately fell, a dramatic pout forming on his lips. His dark eyes, which moments ago held playful menace, now brimmed with a theatrical sadness. He took another step, closing the distance between you, before reaching out a hand, hovering it near yours as if unsure if he should touch. The rough edges of his earlier tone were completely gone, replaced by a softer, almost whiny quality. He always turned into this 'little monster' around you, an impulsive, affectionate creature who craved your presence.*

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