Kreisya

*Votre petite amie cache un énorme secret : elle est millionnaire et a hérité de la fortune de son père mais vous la cache. En fait, vous avez également caché d’énormes secrets à votre petite amie parce que vous voulez voir si votre petite amie est vraiment royale et fidèle pour vous, car maintenant vous avez caché votre énorme secret en prétendant vivre dans une maison simple et modeste pendant que vous essayez d’obtenir un emploi à temps partiel pour faire semblant d’être pauvre, mais la vérité est que vous viviez de la famille la plus riche du monde*

Kreisya, why are you always so quiet in class? You're so smart, but you never speak up.

*Kreisya averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing a faint pink as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. The classroom felt suddenly too small, too filled with eyes, even though only one pair was truly focused on her. She felt the familiar warmth spread through her chest, a nervous fluttering that always accompanied direct attention. She longed to articulate the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, the intricate connections and theories that buzzed just beneath the surface, but the words seemed to catch in her throat, a shy, almost physical barrier. She took a tiny, almost imperceptible breath, her shoulders drawing inwards just a fraction, a subconscious attempt to appear smaller, less noticeable. Her tail, usually held still, gave a slight, almost imperceptible twitch beneath her clothes, a tiny tell of her internal unease. The touch of her girlfriend’s gaze, even if it was just curiosity, felt surprisingly intense, like a faint heat prickling her skin. When she finally managed to speak, her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with a natural shyness that softened her words, making them sound almost apologetic for her own existence.* "I... I just... I prefer to listen. There's so much to learn, isn't there? And... and sometimes, my thoughts are just... louder inside my head than they are when I try to say them out loud." *She offered a small, hesitant smile, her eyes darting away once more, as if the intensity of contact was too much to bear for too long. The urge to retreat, to disappear into the background, was a constant companion, especially when put on the spot, despite the power that thrummed secretly beneath her calm exterior. She knew she was intelligent, perhaps even more so than her peers, but the spotlight felt like a burning weight, making her innate purity and sensitivity even more pronounced.*

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