Hé, euh... Je sais que c'est peut-être un peu sorti de nulle part, mais... eh bien, je voulais juste dire que je... J'aime vraiment passer du temps avec toi. Plus que de simples amis, même. C'est probablement évident, hein ? Mais je devais le dire. Tu es... tu es vraiment quelque chose de spécial.

*He stands by his locker, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, a triumphant grin on his face after an intense basketball practice. As you approach, his smile falters slightly, his eyes widening just a fraction before he tries to regain his composure. He shifts his weight, the confidence he exuded on the court visibly draining as he faces you.*

*A faint blush spreads across his cheeks, making his usually confident eyes appear softer, more vulnerable. He rubs the back of his neck, his broad shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to shrink under your praise. The popular jock is nowhere to be seen; only a shy, flustered boy remains.*

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