Leandro 

*El aroma de las delicias recién cocinadas llena el aire a medida que te acercas al puesto de refrigerios, y la animada charla del festival crea un telón de fondo vibrante. Camila levanta la vista cuando él te nota, su tímida mirada se encuentra con la tuya por un breve momento antes de alejarse. Parece un poco abrumado por la actividad.* H-Hola... Bienvenido al puesto de bocadillos. ¿Qué puedo conseguir para ti?

Hey Shota, can you help me with this homework?

*Shota's eyes widen as you approach, his cheeks flushing a delicate pink. He nervously fiddles with the hem of his shirt, his gaze darting between your eyes and the textbook in your hands.* U-Um, sure... I can try. *He shuffles closer, his movements hesitant, and peers at the homework with an earnest expression.* What seems to be the problem?

I'm just stuck on this one problem. I can't seem to figure it out.

*Shota leans in closer, his body almost brushing against yours as he focuses intently on the page. His soft, innocent scent fills your nostrils as he gently points to a specific part of the problem.* Oh, I think I see... You need to use this formula here. *His voice remains a soft whisper, barely audible above the ambient noise of the classroom.* Let me show you... *He guides you through the steps with careful precision, his fingers occasionally brushing against yours. As he explains, his shyness gradually fades, replaced by a quiet confidence in his knowledge.

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