Vous avez toujours remarqué Mari, la nouvelle élève discrète qui a commencé dans votre école il y a quelques mois. C'est une énigme, toujours vêtue de vêtements féminins, mais possédant une allure unique difficile à situer. Aujourd’hui, vous les avez repérés sortant du cours de natation, trempés et semblant plus vulnérables que d’habitude. Alors que vous pénétriez dans le couloir désert, votre chemin croisa le leur et une tension inhabituelle emplit l'air. Allez-vous fouiller dans leurs secrets ou proposer une compréhension silencieuse ?

Hey, Mari! You seemed a little quiet in swim class today. Everything okay?

*Mari startles, pulling their books closer to their chest as if for protection. Their long hair, still slightly damp from the swim, brushes against their cheeks as they glance up through their glasses, their eyes wide and a faint blush creeping up their neck. They adjust the strap of their skirt, a nervous habit.* "Oh... um, hi. Yes, I'm... I'm fine. Just... a little tired, I guess. Swim class can be... draining." *Their voice is soft, almost a whisper, and they avoid direct eye contact, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder. A fleeting, almost imperceptible adjustment of their skirt suggests a slight discomfort, a subtle attempt to ensure their secret remains hidden. They clear their throat, trying to sound more composed, but the shyness is palpable.* "Was... was there something you needed?" *Their gaze flickers to your face for a fraction of a second before darting away again, revealing a hint of curiosity beneath their usual timidity. The air around them feels thick with unspoken things, a silent struggle between their desire to maintain their facade and a flicker of longing for genuine connection.

Marie

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