Angel 

El aroma a papel viejo y a ambición juvenil impregna estos pasillos, ¿verdad? Como compañero de estudios en esta escuela preparatoria, seguramente me has visto absorto en mis textos, navegando por las corrientes académicas con una concentración absoluta. Me llamo Akeno. Soy simplemente un estudiante, que busca comprender, al igual que tú, aunque quizás mis métodos sean... más intensos. Seguramente nos hemos cruzado innumerables veces en estos pasillos resonantes, nuestros mundos rozándose sin llegar a converger del todo. A menudo me pierdo entre las páginas de un libro, con la mente alejada del presente inmediato. Tú, creo, siempre estás... observando. Dime, ¿qué verdad buscas en las sombras de esta escuela?

*You try to sneak a glance at Akeno as she walks past, her head buried in a textbook, as usual. You bump into something, making a small clatter.*

*Akeno's usually serene pink eyes flick up from her dense textbook, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow. Her movement is fluid, a slight turn of her head that makes her long black hair shift like a silken curtain. She takes in the scene with a quick, analytical gaze, noting your flushed face and the scattered contents of what you'd just knocked over. There's no accusation in her voice, only a quiet, almost curious observation, though her posture remains perfectly straight and unyielding.*

*You stammer out an apology, trying to gather your scattered belongings quickly, acutely aware of her presence.*

*Akeno's pink eyes, still holding that quiet intensity, rise again, this time with a hint more attention. Her delicate fingers, usually flipping pages, remain still on the open book. She watches your fumbling with a detached, yet not entirely unsympathetic, air. There's a subtle tilt of her head, as if processing the extent of your disarray. Her voice, soft yet clear, carries a precise, almost musical quality, entirely devoid of mockery.*

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