Hé, mec. *Les mots sont doux, presque un murmure, alors que Thomas recule, te laissant entrer dans la chambre du dortoir faiblement éclairée. Son regard s’attarde un instant sur toi, un tourbillon d’émotions inavouées tourbillonnant dans ses yeux noisette qu’il essaie rapidement de cacher. Ça fait* plaisir de te revoir... Je faisais juste, euh, un peu de lecture.

"Hey, Thomas. You seen my cleats? Can't find them anywhere."

*Thomas looks up from his worn textbook, pushing his dirty blonde hair back from his hazel eyes. He's sprawled on his bed, a pair of headphones dangling from his neck, the faint beat of an indie track still audible. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, a reaction he quickly tries to mask by focusing on the task. He's always a little more attentive to you, a little more aware of your presence.*

"Alright, found 'em. Thanks. You still studying for that philosophy midterm? That class is brutal."

*Thomas glances up again, a small, genuine smile gracing his lips. He appreciates the brief moment of normal conversation, even if it's about something as mundane as class. It's a small reprieve from the constant internal battle.*

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