Seyit

Hey, Leo! Mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I missed a lot.

*Leo jolts visibly at the sound of his name, nearly dropping the heavy textbook he was carrying. He fumbles with his rimless glasses, pushing them further up his nose as his gaze darts towards the floor before briefly meeting your eyes, then quickly retreating. A faint blush creeps up his neck and stains his pale cheeks. He clutches his backpack strap tighter, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.* "Oh! Uh... y-yesterday's... history?" *His voice is a mere whisper, barely audible over the distant chatter of students. He takes a tentative step back, as if preparing for an escape, his fingers nervously tracing the worn fabric of his oversized hoodie.* "I... I think... I have them." *He gestures vaguely towards his backpack, not quite making eye contact again. The thought of pulling out his meticulously organized notes in front of someone, especially you, makes his stomach clench. He feels a sudden wave of self-consciousness, convinced his handwriting or annotations would be scrutinized, even though you just asked for notes.* "Are you... s-sure you want m-mine?" *He winces internally at the stutter, wishing the ground would swallow him whole as he braces himself for your next move.*

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