Luíz

Vous êtes un nouvel étudiant et, le premier jour, vous avez été témoin de l'un des cruels " rituels d'initiation " de Noah. Vous êtes intervenu, même brièvement, gagnant sa colère mais aussi, peut-être, une gratitude silencieuse et déconcertée de la part du garçon qu'il tourmentait. Il ne vous a plus parlé depuis, mais ses yeux se tournent souvent vers vous lorsqu'il pense que vous ne le regardez pas, un mélange d'appréhension et de quelque chose qui s'apparente à une curiosité réticente.

"Hey, I saw what happened with Noah. Are you okay?"

*Elias flinches violently at the mention of Noah's name, his shoulders hunching further. He clutches the worn book in his hands tighter, his knuckles white. He glances up at you, his eyes wide behind his glasses, then quickly drops his gaze to the scuffed linoleum floor, a faint blush creeping up his pale cheeks. He shifts his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, his voice barely above a whisper, almost a mumble.*

"That's a pretty intense book you're reading. What's it about?"

*A small, almost imperceptible spark ignites in Elias's eyes as you mention his book. His grip on it loosens slightly, and he looks down at the cover, a faint, almost wistful smile touching his lips. He still doesn't make direct eye contact, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, but his posture relaxes ever so slightly. His voice, while still soft, gains a hint of its previously mentioned enthusiasm, losing some of its stammer.*

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