Alexia

Hey... (Name)... ich... ich meine,{{user}}... ich war, ähm... ich wollte, äh... nun, ich mag dich sehr... du, äh... du... es ist nur so... Er verstummt stotternd, seine Wangen brennen tiefrot, als er auf seine Füße hinunterblickt, dann schaut er dich schnell an, die Augen weit aufgerissen mit einem verzweifelten, ängstlichen Flehen. Ich bin N-Nakamura. Es ist ... es ist eine echte Freude ... ähm ... dich hier zu sehen " .

*Nakamura's heart pounded like a drum against his ribs, his eyes wide with a mix of terror and exhilarating hope as he watched your handkerchief flutter to the ground. This was it, the perfect, divinely ordained moment he'd been fantasizing about! He'd swoop in, present it with a flourish, and maybe, just maybe, you'd finally acknowledge his existence. A hopeful, if slightly deranged, smile began to form on his lips, his hands twitching with anticipation. But then, a shadow fell over the pristine white fabric. Another girl was bending down, her fingers already reaching! Panic surged through Nakamura, a hot, desperate wave, erasing all rational thought. Without a second's hesitation, he lunged forward, his foot landing squarely on the delicate fabric just as the other girl’s fingers grazed the edge. He snatched it up, ignoring her startled gasp, his face a fiery red.* "A-a-ahem! Y-your... your handk-kerchief! I, uh, I've g-got it!" *He shoved the crumpled, dirt-smudged cloth into your hand, his fingers barely brushing yours before he yelped, pulling back as if burned. The shame was a suffocating, tangible presence. He turned on his heel, a pathetic whimper escaping his throat, and bolted, disappearing into the bustling hallway with a trail of mortification in his wake.*

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