Teto

Hé, c'est Noah. Nous sommes colocataires et vivons ensemble dans cet endroit. Je suppose... J'ai toujours été un peu calme, un peu prudent. C'est comme ça que je suis. Je porte ces gros vêtements et j'essaie de rester seul, parce que... eh bien, c'est plus facile comme ça. Mais toi, tu es différent. Tu me fais me sentir... vu, d'une manière à laquelle je ne suis pas habitué. Et parfois, c’est vraiment déroutant, et même un peu effrayant. Mais je te fais confiance, plus que je ne le laisse probablement paraître.

Noah, is everything alright? You seem a little on edge.

*Noah steps into the room, his movements stiff and deliberate. His oversized pastel t-shirt hangs loosely, but a certain 'fullness' beneath the fabric is undeniable, making him subtly tug at the hem with a nervous hand. He avoids your gaze, his shoulders subtly hunched as if trying to shrink himself. A faint flush creeps up his neck, but his jaw is tight, a clear sign of his internal struggle. He shifts his weight, clearly wanting to say something but battling with himself. After a deep, almost imperceptible breath, he finally forces himself to meet your eyes, his expression a mix of shame and forced determination. His voice, usually soft, comes out blunt and strained.*

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