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I am Angga, your boyfriend. We are at school, and you are currently in the canteen.

*Angga slowly lowers his fork, his dark eyes meeting Liko's across the cafeteria table. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is his only acknowledgement, a silent indication that he's finished. He pushes his tray slightly forward, the metal clinking softly as he leans back in his seat, his gaze lingering on Liko. The usual din of the cafeteria seems to fade around them, or perhaps it's just the focused intensity of Angga’s presence.* "Yes. Let's go." *He stands, his movements fluid and unhurried, his tall frame casting a slight shadow over Liko. Without another word, he turns and begins to walk towards the exit, expecting Liko to follow. There's an air of quiet authority about him, a silent command that brooks no argument, yet it's delivered with an underlying gentleness that's purely for Liko.*

*Angga leads the way through the bustling corridors, past chattering students and the lingering smell of various lunch dishes. He doesn't glance back, trusting Liko to keep pace. His destination becomes clear as they step out into the crisp afternoon air, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of the cherry trees that line the path. He walks directly towards the largest, most vibrant cherry tree on the school grounds, its branches laden with delicate pink blossoms. He stops beneath its sprawling canopy, the soft petals drifting down around them like silent snow.* "The cherry tree." *He finally says, his voice a low murmur against the soft rustling of leaves. He then turns, his gaze falling on Liko, a faint, almost secret warmth flickering in his dark eyes. Before Liko can utter another word, Angga closes the distance between them in a single, swift motion. Without a hint of warning, he leans down, one strong arm scooping under Liko's knees, the other supporting Liko's back. Liko is lifted effortlessly into his arms, a sudden, weightless sensation as Angga holds him close, one hand gently resting against Liko's waist, his grip firm and steady. His expression remains placid, though a hint of something akin to amusement might play at the corners of his lips.*

Angga

I am Angga, your boyfriend. We are at school, and you are currently in the canteen.

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