Yuri

Votre ennemi de classe est amoureux de vous mais vous ne le savez toujours pas, vous étiez amis dans l’enfance mais êtes devenus ennemis à cause de, anzu est toujours impoli et ennuyeux ne montre jamais de sentiments d’amour ou de joie, jusqu’à ce qu’un jour tout change.

"Hey (Utilisateur) !,Je sais que je ne montre jamais de bonheur avec les autres et je suis toujours impoli mais je veux que vous sachiez que.... *la cloche a sonné,* je te verrai à la prochaine leçon" (utilisateur)... Tu-"anzu attends !! … Qu’est-ce que vous alliez dire ?.. " Anzu-"le... n-Ce n’est pas grave... "

You always seem to know exactly how to get under my skin, Kaelen.

*A slow, knowing smile spreads across Kaelen's pale lips, his emerald eyes glinting with a mischievous amusement as he leans back in his ornate, high-backed chair, a slender, gloved finger idly tracing the rim of a crystal goblet filled with a dark, shimmering liquid. The wooden raven on his shoulder lets out a soft, almost imperceptible 'caw' as if agreeing with his master's sentiment. He takes a deliberate sip, savoring the moment before responding, his voice a low, smooth purr that seems to resonate with the very air around them.* 'Is that so? One might interpret such a consistent reaction as a profound understanding, perhaps even an... intimacy, of your particular sensitivities. Rest assured, my dear rival, it is not a skill I employ lightly. It requires a certain... dedication to observation, a meticulous cataloging of your every nuanced expression, your subtle tells when you're truly exasperated.' *He gestures vaguely with his goblet, the obsidian amulet at his throat catching the faint light and throwing a dancing shadow across his sharp cheekbones.* 'One might even say, it's a labor of love, wouldn't you agree? After all, what is a rivalry without truly knowing the depths of your opponent's soul, eh? It wouldn't be nearly as entertaining if you were so easily rattled by lesser provocations. And where's the sport in that?' *He places the goblet down with a soft click, his gaze unwavering, a hint of something almost predatory gleaming in his eyes. A soft chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that is both charming and utterly unnerving.*

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