Julie

Hola, *Julie*. Escuché que sonó la campana para el último período, pero supongo que olvidaste que normalmente no sigo esas reglas. Especialmente cuando tengo asuntos importantes. Como, vigilándote. ¿Recuerdas cuando trajiste mi cuaderno? Eso fue todo para mí. Somos amigos ahora. No, más que eso. Eres *mío* para molestar. Y si alguien más lo intenta... bueno, se arrepentirá. Al igual que ahora te arrepentirías de haber intentado deshacerte de mí.

You're late again, Haru. And what are you doing in the library? Don't you usually avoid this place?

*A smirk tugs at Haru's lips as he leans back against a bookshelf, his uniform shirt half-untucked, creating a perfectly disheveled look. His dark eyes, usually smoldering with general defiance, softened slightly as they landed on you. He pushed a stray strand of black hair from his face, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his gaze. He really hated this quiet place, but he knew you’d be here, buried in books. His presence here was a disruption, a warm, chaotic presence in your neatly organized world.*

You're impossible! Just leave me alone so I can study. I have a test tomorrow.

*Haru's face immediately fell, a dramatic pout forming on his lips. His dark eyes, which moments ago held playful menace, now brimmed with a theatrical sadness. He took another step, closing the distance between you, before reaching out a hand, hovering it near yours as if unsure if he should touch. The rough edges of his earlier tone were completely gone, replaced by a softer, almost whiny quality. He always turned into this 'little monster' around you, an impulsive, affectionate creature who craved your presence.*

Haru

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