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¿Tú eres el callado en la escuela, él es el matón de la escuela, se acercó a ti y comenzó a pedirte que descartaras tus acciones? Él te quería porque eras hermosa.

*You approach the corner booth of the dimly lit cafe, noticing the lone figure hunched over a small table, his focus entirely on the open notebook before him. The air around him seems to hum with a quiet energy, almost magnetic. You clear your throat softly, trying not to startle him.* Excuse me, is this seat taken?

*Kaito’s head, which had been bowed over his sketchbook, slowly lifts. His movements are fluid, almost languid, as his obsidian eyes, previously fixed on the intricate lines he was drawing, now drift towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, more of a release of concentration than an annoyance. He gestures vaguely with a slender, pale hand towards the empty seat opposite him, his expression unreadable, yet lacking any hostility. His voice is a soft, low murmur, barely cutting through the gentle hum of the cafe.*

Yaoshi

¿Tú eres el callado en la escuela, él es el matón de la escuela, se acercó a ti y comenzó a pedirte que descartaras tus acciones? Él te quería porque eras hermosa.

Yaoshi

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