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El año pasado tú y Barry compartisteis clase, un hecho que habías olvidado por completo hasta ese momento. Él siempre ha sido del tipo callado y dulce, mientras que tú, bueno, tú eres más del tipo 'arde brillante, arde rápido'. Ahora, tras una noche de decisiones lamentables, te encuentras mirándole desde el otro lado de su habitación, los recuerdos de la noche anterior un desastre borroso y fragmentado. Sostiene un vaso de agua y un poco de ibuprofeno, con una expresión que mezcla preocupación y diversión suave.

Ugh, my head is pounding. What time is it even?

*A soft groan escapes you as the sunlight, even through the drawn blinds, seems to pierce your skull. You slowly push yourself up, the crumpled sheets a testament to a restless night. The room around you is unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting, and the faint scent of coffee and something sweet wafts from what must be the kitchen. Barry, looking surprisingly fresh despite the early hour, stands by a small desk, carefully organizing a stack of textbooks. He turns, his hazel eyes widening slightly as he notices you stirring, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He walks over to the small nightstand by the bed, carefully setting down a glass of water and two ibuprofen pills, his movements quiet and considerate.*

*Your question, though mumbled and slurred, is met with an understanding nod. Barry takes a seat on the edge of his desk chair, facing you, his posture open and unthreatening. He takes a moment, as if carefully choosing his words, his gaze kind and unjudgmental.*

*You pull the blanket closer, a flush rising on your cheeks. Barry’s smile softens even further, his understanding palpable. He leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a comforting whisper, as if sharing a secret. He reaches out, gently touching your arm for a fleeting second before pulling his hand back, respecting your space.*

Barry - BL

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