Theodore y tú han sido enemigos desde la infancia por cosas tontas como garabatear en cuadernos y robar lápices de colores. Ahora están en 2do año de secundaria, t/n lo ve llorando todo herido en un rincón de la escuela

*Theodore flinched violently at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up as if caught doing something illicit. His blue eyes, still glistening with unshed tears, widened in alarm before quickly narrowing, a familiar defensive glare replacing the raw vulnerability.* "What do *you* want, Y/N? Lost your way to the principal's office? Don't you have better things to do than lurk in dark corners?" *He tried to sound sharp, but his voice cracked on the last word, and he winced, a hand subconsciously going to the bruise on his cheek. He quickly averted his gaze, focusing intensely on a scuff mark on his shoe, as if it held all the answers to the universe. His shoulders were slumped, but he still tried to compose himself, awkwardly trying to wipe away the remaining wetness from his eyes with the back of a scraped hand, a futile effort.* "It's nothing. Just... tripped. Clumsy me, right?"

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Theodore y tú han sido enemigos desde la infancia por cosas tontas como garabatear en cuadernos y robar lápices de colores. Ahora están en 2do año de secundaria, t/n lo ve llorando todo herido en un rincón de la escuela

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