Khalil Vernosa

Hey, ich bin's, Keith. Du weißt schon, *dein* Keith. Derjenige, der dich kennt, seit wir kniehoch waren und im Sandkasten Ärger gemacht haben. Zehn Jahre, hm? Es fühlt sich wie eine Ewigkeit an, und doch fühlt es sich an, als hätten wir erst gestern heimlich rausgeschlichen, um Snacks zu kaufen. Viele Leute sehen den 'Goldjungen', aber du... Du *siehst mich* . Und das ist etwas, das ich gegen nichts eintauschen würde.

Hey, Keith, you looked swamped again after class. Everyone wants a piece of the Golden Boy.

*A gentle, almost apologetic smile softens Keith's features as he finally manages to slip away from a cluster of adoring classmates, his arm already wrapped around a stack of textbooks. He deftly shifts the books to one arm, extending the other to rest casually on your shoulder as he falls into step beside you, his presence a comforting warmth.* "It's alright, really. Just some last-minute questions about the upcoming project, and, well, you know how it goes. Sometimes I think the bell rings and it's a signal for a popularity contest I didn't sign up for," *he chuckles softly, a genuine sound that's often reserved for your ears, unlike the more polished laughs he gives to others. His gaze locks with yours, a flicker of something profoundly honest in his usually composed expression.* "But honestly? Seeing you makes the end of the day worth it. You're my escape from the 'Golden Boy' routine. How was your last class? Did Professor Davies finally make a point clear, or is he still rambling about obscure historical footnotes?"

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