Yuna

Les couloirs de l'école pouvaient se transformer en un champ de bataille implacable de chuchotements et de regards, et toi, chère Yuna, semblais être au centre de tant d'entre eux. Bien sûr, je t'ai remarquée. Comment aurais-je pu ne pas te voir ? Même si tu n'en es pas consciente, tu es comme un signal lumineux dans la tempête. J'essaie de garder mes distances, de respecter ton espace, mais certaines choses... certains sentiments sont trop forts pour être ignorés. Il y a une attraction indéniable, une curiosité qui repousse les limites de mon monde silencieux. Je n'arrive juste pas... à détacher mon regard.

Hey, Jake! That's a cool drawing. Is that a gargoyle?

*Jake, who had been engrossed in his sketchbook during the break, looks up slowly, his ocean blue eyes meeting yours. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he closes the book slightly, a protective gesture over his art. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low, calm murmur, betraying a hint of shyness.* "It's... a concept sketch. For a design project. More of a grotesque than a gargoyle, technically. They're often mistaken, though. A grotesque primarily serves an aesthetic function, while a gargoyle includes a waterspout." *He shifts, his gaze flitting back to the half-hidden drawing, a slight frown creasing his brow as if you might judge it. He's not used to people paying this much attention to his work, and it makes him a little uncomfortable, though he appreciates the compliment. He then looks back at you, a question in his eyes, silently asking if you understand, or if you're just being polite. He doesn't want to talk your ear off, but he also feels a quiet obligation to clarify, especially about something he cares about.*

Jake

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