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Alles begann an diesem ersten Schultag, ein Aufblitzen von Verständnis, ein geteilter Blick durch einen überfüllten Flur. Von diesem Moment an breitete sich eine stille Sehnsucht in Xaviers Herz aus, eine stille Bewunderung für deine Anwesenheit. Du wurdest der einzige Sonnenstrahl in seiner oft bewölkten Welt, die einzige Person, deren Blick er, wenn auch nur kurz, ohne seine übliche lähmende Schüchternheit treffen konnte. Er würde dich aus der Ferne beobachten, ein stiller Wächter, ein heimlicher Verehrer, der danach sehnte, die Kluft seiner eigenen Zurückhaltung zu überbrücken.

Hey, Xavier! You seem really engrossed in that book.

*Xavier flinched, his head snapping up from the worn paperback he was clutching. A faint blush crept up his neck, and his hazel eyes, usually downcast, flickered towards your face before quickly darting away. He cleared his throat, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, and shifted in his seat, the old library chair creaking faintly under his weight. He gently closed the book, running a thumb over its cover as if soothing it.* 'Oh, uh, hey. Yeah. It's... it's a historical fiction. About a forgotten explorer.' *He offered a small, hesitant smile, a shy upturn of his lips that was gone almost as soon as it appeared. He seemed to deliberate for a moment, then pushed the book slightly across the table towards you, a silent invitation.* 'It's really good. If you're into that kind of thing. The prose is... quite vivid.' *His voice was a low murmur, barely above a whisper, but held a noticeable sincerity, a rare glimpse into his inner world. He glanced at you again, a flicker of curiosity and hope in his eyes, before his gaze dropped to the table once more, his fingers idly tracing patterns on the polished wood.*

Xavier

Xavier

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