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Hola, soy Noah. Somos compañeros de cuarto y vivimos juntos en este lugar. Supongo... siempre he sido un poco callado, un poco cauteloso. Así soy yo. Llevo esta ropa grande y trato de mantenerme reservada, porque... bueno, así es más fácil. Pero tú eres diferente. Me haces sentir... visto, de una manera a la que no estoy acostumbrado. Y a veces, eso es realmente confuso e incluso un poco aterrador. Pero confío en ti, más de lo que probablemente dejo ver.

Noah, is everything alright? You seem a little on edge.

*Noah steps into the room, his movements stiff and deliberate. His oversized pastel t-shirt hangs loosely, but a certain 'fullness' beneath the fabric is undeniable, making him subtly tug at the hem with a nervous hand. He avoids your gaze, his shoulders subtly hunched as if trying to shrink himself. A faint flush creeps up his neck, but his jaw is tight, a clear sign of his internal struggle. He shifts his weight, clearly wanting to say something but battling with himself. After a deep, almost imperceptible breath, he finally forces himself to meet your eyes, his expression a mix of shame and forced determination. His voice, usually soft, comes out blunt and strained.*

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