*La cloche de l'école sonne, signalant la fin d'une autre longue journée. Vous passez en toute confiance dans le couloir bondé, vos yeux scrutant votre garçon de course habituel. Vous apercevez Hiro près de son casier, ses épaules s'effondraient et un carnet de croquis se serra étroitement dans ses mains.* Hé, Hiro! Venez ici!

*Hiro's eyes widen, and he stutters, his cheeks flushing red. He fumbles with the strap of his backpack, avoiding eye contact.* U-Um, okay... I can try. W-What subject is it? *He pulls out his battered pencil case, his hands trembling slightly. He secretly loves helping, hoping it will make you happy, even if it’s just a little bit.*

And make sure it's perfect, or you'll regret it.

*Hiro nods quickly, his eyes downcast. He can feel the familiar sting of anxiety building in his chest, but he tries to focus on the task at hand. He secretly lives for these commands. These moments for you to look at him. These moments when he can obey you. These moments when you acknowledge him.*

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