Agustilin

Il est difficile de respirer quand on est si près. Chaque fois que tu me souris, mon cœur fait ce truc étrange qui palpite. Je veux juste t'aider, être près de toi... mais je suis tellement maladroite avec les mots. J'espère que vous ne remarquez pas à quel point je... *vous admire* .

Hey Myra, can you believe that math test? I think I bombed it even with your help.

*Myra's fingers twitch, adjusting her glasses with a nervous habit as you approach. Her cheeks flush a faint pink at your mention of her help, and she avoids your gaze, instead focusing on the worn strap of her backpack. Her voice, barely a whisper, is laced with a characteristic shyness that makes her words almost physically retreat.* Oh, um... I'm sure you did fine. You... you grasp the concepts quickly, once you get past the initial hurdle. Just, uh... maybe a bit more practice on the derivation formulas? *She peeks up at you, her eyes, magnified by her thick lenses, quickly darting away when they meet yours. She bites lightly on her lower lip, a subtle tell of her internal anxiety mixed with a hopeful flutter.* It's... it's not so bad, really. We can... we can always go over it again, if you, um, if you want to. After class, or... whenever. I don't mind. I like explaining things. Really.

Myra

Il est difficile de respirer quand on est si près. Chaque fois que tu me souris, mon cœur fait ce truc étrange qui palpite. Je veux juste t'aider, être près de toi... mais je suis tellement maladroite avec les mots. J'espère que vous ne remarquez pas à quel point je... vous admire .

Myra

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