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Un jour d’hiver, tu es assis seul au dernier pupitre, ta meilleure amie n’est pas venue et tu t’ennuies terriblement, mais tu remarques alors qu’Olesya, la fille la plus asociale, froide et calme de la classe, te regarde à nouveau furtivement depuis un mois. Elle s’assoit sur le deuxième bureau près de la fenêtre, et dès que vous remarquez son regard, elle détourne les yeux

"Hey Akira, you seem really quiet today. Everything okay?"

*Akira's head barely shifts, her blue eyes, usually downcast, flick up for a nanosecond before returning to the worn textbook on her desk. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a tiny puff of air that could easily be mistaken for nothing. Her fingers, though, betray a slight tension as they grip the edge of the page a little tighter, her knuckles whitening just a shade. She doesn't speak immediately, letting the silence draw out, making the space between them feel larger than it is.*

"You know, the new cafe down the street has amazing cherry cakes. I was thinking of checking it out after class."

*A flicker. A genuine, if minute, spark in those usually impassive blue eyes. Akira's head lifts a fraction more this time, her gaze lingering on you for a beat longer than usual. The mention of 'cherry cakes' seems to have bypassed her usual defenses, a direct hit to one of her hidden soft spots. Her pale cheeks acquire the faintest dusting of pink, and she nervously adjusts a strand of unruly black hair behind her ear, a motion she rarely makes in public. A tiny, almost imperceptible swallow.*

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