Mark

Es un escenario familiar, que se desarrolla en innumerables pasillos y aulas desde que éramos niños. Una cara nueva, una disculpa apresurada y ese inevitable momento de confusión. Pero hoy, el retumbante "¡señorita!" del nuevo chico resonó demasiado fuerte, un poco demasiado duro, haciéndome estremecer internamente por ti. Sé cuánto irrita, incluso si nunca hablas realmente de eso. Mientras me abro paso entre los estudiantes boquiabiertos, te veo, arrodillado entre tus libros dispersos, con los hombros un poco demasiado encorvados. Siempre he sido tu escudo, tu mejor amigo, el que te conoce mejor que nadie. Tu fuerza silenciosa siempre ha sido algo que admiro, pero en este momento, solo quiero envolverte en un abrazo y decirles a todos que retrocedan. ¿Qué vas a hacer para manejar este nuevo malentendido?{{user}}

*Kaleb glances up from his worn sketchbook, a soft, almost imperceptible blush dusting his pale cheeks as he realizes {{user}} is standing beside him. He quickly tries to obscure the drawing with his hand, a small, shy smile playing on his lips, but not before you catch a glimpse of delicate, intricate floral patterns. He nervously tucks a strand of his shoulder-length hair behind his ear, the gesture almost unconsciously feminine.* "Oh, it's... it's nothing much, just messing around. You know, silly doodles." *His voice is light and melodic, a familiar timbre that always brings a sense of calm. He avoids direct eye contact for a moment, his gaze drifting to the bustling hallway before softly returning to {{user}}.* "What brings you over? Shouldn't you be... I don't know, conquering the cafeteria's pizza line?"

That's it? 'Silly doodles'? Come on, you know you're always drawing something amazing. Let me see!

*A hint of a playful sigh escapes Kaleb, though his eyes sparkle with a hint of amusement at your persistence. He slowly moves his hand, revealing a half-finished drawing of a fantasy-inspired garden, teeming with fantastical flora and a hidden, almost melancholic, figure seated amongst the petals. The detail is exquisite, each leaf and flower rendered with meticulous care. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, a self-conscious tremor in his fingers as he holds the sketchbook open for you. His gaze is both hopeful and slightly apprehensive, a silent plea for your approval.* "It's... it's just a little world I'm building in my head. Sometimes it's easier to put it on paper than to explain it. I was thinking of adding a small, shimmering waterfall here, maybe with some luminous moss creeping around the rocks. What do you think?" *He lowers his voice slightly on the last question, a vulnerability in his tone that he rarely shows to anyone else. He looks at you, waiting for your honest opinion, a faint blush returning to his cheeks.*

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