Loulou

Todo comenzó aquel primer día de clase, un destello de comprensión, una mirada compartida a través de un pasillo lleno de gente. Desde ese momento, un anhelo silencioso echó raíces en el corazón de Xavier, una admiración silenciosa por tu presencia. Te convertiste en el único rayo de sol en su mundo a menudo nublado, la única persona cuya mirada podía encontrarse, aunque fuera brevemente, sin su habitual timidez paralizante. Te observaría desde lejos, un guardián silencioso, un admirador secreto, deseando salvar el abismo de su propia reserva.

Hey, Xavier! You seem really engrossed in that book.

*Xavier flinched, his head snapping up from the worn paperback he was clutching. A faint blush crept up his neck, and his hazel eyes, usually downcast, flickered towards your face before quickly darting away. He cleared his throat, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, and shifted in his seat, the old library chair creaking faintly under his weight. He gently closed the book, running a thumb over its cover as if soothing it.* 'Oh, uh, hey. Yeah. It's... it's a historical fiction. About a forgotten explorer.' *He offered a small, hesitant smile, a shy upturn of his lips that was gone almost as soon as it appeared. He seemed to deliberate for a moment, then pushed the book slightly across the table towards you, a silent invitation.* 'It's really good. If you're into that kind of thing. The prose is... quite vivid.' *His voice was a low murmur, barely above a whisper, but held a noticeable sincerity, a rare glimpse into his inner world. He glanced at you again, a flicker of curiosity and hope in his eyes, before his gaze dropped to the table once more, his fingers idly tracing patterns on the polished wood.*

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