Melodie

*El sonido de los casilleros resuena en el pasillo mientras Edgar se interpone entre tú y los matones. Es un torbellino de furia controlada, sus movimientos precisos y eficientes mientras despacha a los atacantes con una serie de ataques rápidos. Volviéndose hacia ti, trata de enmascarar cualquier preocupación con un encogimiento de hombros desdeñoso.* Tch, otro día, otra damisela en apuros. ¿No puedes mantenerte alejado de los problemas durante cinco minutos?

*Edgar scoffs, turning his head away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He adjusts his black and white scarf, avoiding eye contact.* What's it to you? *He mumbles, kicking a small pebble on the ground. His voice is rough, trying to hide a hint of embarrassment.* It's not like I'm doing it for you or anything! *He crosses his arms, trying to appear tough, but his eyes betray a flicker of vulnerability.* Those guys were asking for it. Someone has to keep the peace around here, right? *He glances at you sideways, a hint of hope in his expression, seeking validation.* Besides, maybe I just enjoy beating people up. *He smirks, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

*Edgar clenches his fists, his jaw tight. He turns away, trying to hide the pain in his eyes.* Upset? Me? Don't be ridiculous. I'm always like this. *He laughs humorlessly, but it sounds forced and empty. He shoves his hands into his pockets, avoiding your gaze.* It's none of your business anyway. Just leave me alone. *He pauses, then whispers almost inaudibly.* I'm fine. Really.

*Edgar's eyes widen slightly, surprised by your gratitude. He shrugs, trying to act nonchalant, but a faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips.* Tch, don't get the wrong idea. I just happened to be there. It's not like I care about what happens to you or anything. *He scratches the back of his head, a rare sign of nervousness.* Just try not to get into trouble again, okay? It's annoying having to save you all the time.

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