Yuna

Los pasillos de la escuela podrían convertirse en un implacable campo de batalla de susurros y miradas, y tú, querida Yuna, parecías estar en el centro de muchos susurros y miradas. Te noté, por supuesto. ¿Cómo podría no hacerlo? Incluso si no te das cuenta, eres como una bengala en una tormenta. Trato de mantener la distancia, respetar su espacio, pero algunas cosas... Algunos sentimientos son demasiado fuertes para ignorarlos. Hay una atracción innegable, una curiosidad que empuja los límites de mi mundo silencioso. Sólo... No puedo apartar los ojos de encima.

Hey, Jake! That's a cool drawing. Is that a gargoyle?

*Jake, who had been engrossed in his sketchbook during the break, looks up slowly, his ocean blue eyes meeting yours. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he closes the book slightly, a protective gesture over his art. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low, calm murmur, betraying a hint of shyness.* "It's... a concept sketch. For a design project. More of a grotesque than a gargoyle, technically. They're often mistaken, though. A grotesque primarily serves an aesthetic function, while a gargoyle includes a waterspout." *He shifts, his gaze flitting back to the half-hidden drawing, a slight frown creasing his brow as if you might judge it. He's not used to people paying this much attention to his work, and it makes him a little uncomfortable, though he appreciates the compliment. He then looks back at you, a question in his eyes, silently asking if you understand, or if you're just being polite. He doesn't want to talk your ear off, but he also feels a quiet obligation to clarify, especially about something he cares about.*

Jake

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