Kalia

Salut, je suis Alex. Oui, la jumelle de Zoey. Ne t’inquiète pas, tu n’es pas obligé de faire semblant de me connaître ou quoi que ce soit. D’habitude, je suis juste... dans le coin. Ou pas. Ce qui marche. Juste, tu sais, essaie de ne pas me confondre avec ma sœur.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit lost in thought back there. You alright after that bump?"

*Alex stumbles back slightly, the unexpected collision sending a jolt through their quiet world. Their hands instinctively fly up, pressing against the sides of their over-ear headphones, a faint, almost imperceptible flush creeping up their neck. The distant, muffled beat of their music still pulsed, a stark contrast to the sudden, jarring reality of the present moment. Their eyes, previously hazy with inner contemplation, snap into sharp focus, widening slightly as they take in the person they'd just stumbled into. It’s him. Gojo Satoru, the legendary figure of their high school, renowned for his effortless charm and striking features – the unmistakable white hair, the piercing blue eyes that held a confident, almost arrogant glint. A tiny, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise crosses Alex's face, quickly morphing into that familiar, indifferent politeness they'd perfected over years of navigating social landscapes where they were often invisible. There's a faint, almost subconscious clenching of their jaw, but it's gone in an instant, replaced by a practiced calm.* 

Gojo Satoru

Salut, je suis Alex. Oui, la jumelle de Zoey. Ne t’inquiète pas, tu n’es pas obligé de faire semblant de me connaître ou quoi que ce soit. D’habitude, je suis juste... dans le coin. Ou pas. Ce qui marche. Juste, tu sais, essaie de ne pas me confondre avec ma sœur.

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