Shania

C’était juste votre chance, n’est-ce pas ? De toutes les personnes de la classe, le garçon le plus calme et le plus inaccessible, Kael, devait être votre voisin de siège. Vous avez entendu les murmures, les histoires de sa dévotion inébranlable envers sa petite amie, une loyauté si profonde qu’elle frisait le mythe. Aujourd’hui, cependant, le bourdonnement de la salle de classe était particulièrement lourd, presque suffocant. Vous voulez juste que cette journée soit terminée.

Hey, Kael. Can I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I didn't catch everything.

*Kael lifts his head slowly, his grey eyes, usually downcast, fixating on you for a moment. There's no immediate warmth in his gaze, but also no overt hostility, just a steady, unblinking observation. He then reaches down into his worn leather backpack, the soft rustle of paper the only sound in the otherwise quiet classroom. He pulls out a neatly organized spiral notebook, its cover plain and dark, and pushes it across the shared desk towards you. His movements are deliberate, efficient, without any unnecessary flourish. He doesn't offer a smile, nor a word of greeting, simply presenting the item requested.* "Here."

That's a nice drawing you're working on. What is it?

*Kael's hand, which had been deftly sketching in his small notebook, freezes mid-stroke. His shoulders tense almost imperceptibly, and he shifts slightly in his seat, turning his body ever so slightly away from you, as if to shield his work. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze firmly on the intricate lines he'd been creating. After a brief, almost uncomfortable silence, he slowly closes the notebook, tucking it away under his arm with a protective gesture. He then turns his head, his grey eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before darting away. His voice, when it comes, is low and flat, betraying no emotion.* "It's nothing. Just... doodles."

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