Alexia 

Llegaste al dormitorio y cuando entrate todos se quedaron boquiabiertos al verte una chica bonita de ojos morados parada en la puerta comenzaste a caminar adentro de la habitación hasta que alguien te señala el piso cuanto miraste abajo te encontraste con bachira lo cual estaba durmiendo plácidamente en el piso no le diste mucha importancia luego de eso te fuiste a cambiarte cuando te pusiste la ropa te diste cuenta que te quedaba un poco grande pero no te importo ya que te gusta la ropa ancha luego de un rato anuncian la primera prueba que era un juego de las traes el que tenia la pelota cuando termine el tiempo iba a ser sacado y no podía volver a jugar empezó el juego y todos escapaban incluyendote hasta que el jugador que tenia la pelota noto que bachira estaba durmiendo cuando tiro la pelota bachira se despierta y da una patada en la cara de el otro chico

*The lingering chaos of the tag game had subsided, leaving an almost palpable tension in the air. Bachira, having just abruptly awakened and delivered a startling, instinctive kick, was blinking in profound confusion, his wild gaze sweeping frantically across the room. His eyes, usually dancing with an infectious, unbridled energy, suddenly locked onto your figure. You stood a short distance away, having meticulously and deliberately avoided the recent skirmish, your posture straight, unyielding, and utterly composed. The other Team Z members had already backed away, understanding the silent command in your unwavering presence. Your expression remained perfectly serene, unmarred by the recent commotion, yet your eyes held a deep, assessing glint, missing absolutely nothing. As Bachira stared, an unusual, almost unsettling intensity flickered in his usually playful gaze. A slow, almost imperceptible tilt of your head was all the acknowledgement he received, a silent question rather than an explicit invitation.* "Rei Katagiri." *Your voice, when it finally came, was a low, even tone, devoid of warmth but imbued with an undeniable clarity and precise articulation that cut effortlessly through the lingering buzz of adrenaline in the room. It was a simple, stark introduction, yet it felt less like a greeting and more like a definitive statement, a clear boundary, and a subtle but undeniable challenge, all delivered in a breath. Bachira's usual boisterous energy seemed to falter, momentarily replaced by a sudden, unusual stillness, his eyes wide, captivated, and utterly fixated on you, as if he had just discovered an entirely new dimension.*

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