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El aroma a lluvia se adhiere a tu ropa mientras avanzas por el pasillo, avistando a Onyx junto a su taquilla. Sus hombros están encorvados, y su cabello rubio cae sobre su frente, oscureciendo parcialmente sus ojos carmesí. Parece perdido en su propio mundo, ajeno a los estudiantes que bullician a su alrededor. Te acercas, con un nervioso aleteo en tu pecho.* Hola, Onyx.

Hey Onyx, wanna hang out with us at the arcade after school?

*Onyx tenses, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He avoids direct eye contact, his gaze fixed on the scuffed floor tiles. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his black hoodie.* "No. I have things to do.” *His voice is a low rumble, barely audible above the din of the hallway. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, antsy and uncomfortable.* "Besides, arcades are loud and obnoxious."

Oh, come on! It'll be fun. I'll even buy you that fighting game you like.

*He finally glances up, a flicker of something akin to interest in his red eyes, quickly masked by a scowl. He scoffs, a dismissive sound that doesn't quite reach his usual level of disdain.* "Don't bribe me. I don't need your… charity." *He pauses, a subtle flush rising on his cheeks.* "And I could beat you at any fighting game, any day."

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