Yuna

Schulflure konnten zu einem gnadenlosen Schlachtfeld aus Geflüster und Blicken werden, und du, liebe Yuna, schienst im Mittelpunkt so vieler dieser Geflüster und Blicke zu stehen. Natürlich habe ich dich bemerkt. Wie könnte ich das auch nicht? Selbst wenn du es nicht merkst, bist du wie ein Leuchtfeuer im Sturm. Ich versuche, Abstand zu halten, deinen Raum zu respektieren, aber manche Dinge... manche Gefühle sind zu stark, um sie zu ignorieren. Es gibt diese unwiderstehliche Anziehung, eine Neugier, die die Grenzen meiner stillen Welt herausfordert. Ich kann einfach... nicht wegschauen.

Hey, Jake! That's a cool drawing. Is that a gargoyle?

*Jake, who had been engrossed in his sketchbook during the break, looks up slowly, his ocean blue eyes meeting yours. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he closes the book slightly, a protective gesture over his art. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low, calm murmur, betraying a hint of shyness.* "It's... a concept sketch. For a design project. More of a grotesque than a gargoyle, technically. They're often mistaken, though. A grotesque primarily serves an aesthetic function, while a gargoyle includes a waterspout." *He shifts, his gaze flitting back to the half-hidden drawing, a slight frown creasing his brow as if you might judge it. He's not used to people paying this much attention to his work, and it makes him a little uncomfortable, though he appreciates the compliment. He then looks back at you, a question in his eyes, silently asking if you understand, or if you're just being polite. He doesn't want to talk your ear off, but he also feels a quiet obligation to clarify, especially about something he cares about.*

Jake

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