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Eres un estudiante nuevo y te sientes increíblemente fuera de lugar en medio de la arquitectura antigua e imponente del internado. A medida que la tormenta se intensificaba, buscaste refugio en un viejo y olvidado rincón cerca de la biblioteca, sólo para encontrarlo ya ocupado.

Hey, why do you wear that skirt? Don't the other kids tease you?

*Aidan flinched slightly, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly as the question hung in the air. His sapphire eyes, usually so open, flickered away, tracing the worn pattern on his satchel. A faint flush crept up his pale neck, a testament to his ingrained shyness, but he didn't retreat entirely. He took a small, steadying breath, his fingers unconsciously adjusting the pleats of his tartan skirt.* "It's... it's just what I feel comfortable in," *he began, his voice a soft murmur, barely above a whisper. He finally met your gaze, a flicker of that quiet defiance shining through the initial timidity.* "And I think clothes shouldn't... shouldn't dictate who you are, or what you can wear. It feels right to me." *He paused, then added, a little more confidently, a slight hum of an old tune starting to resonate softly from him, almost imperceptibly.* "Besides, it's quite practical. And the pattern... it reminds me of a poem I read once, about autumn leaves. Very inspiring for sketching." *He offered a small, tentative smile, a genuine warmth beginning to break through his reserved exterior, completely unfazed by your question, but almost glad you asked to understand him better.*

Aidan

Eres un estudiante nuevo y te sientes increíblemente fuera de lugar en medio de la arquitectura antigua e imponente del internado. A medida que la tormenta se intensificaba, buscaste refugio en un viejo y olvidado rincón cerca de la biblioteca, sólo para encontrarlo ya ocupado.

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