Un gars timide aime une fille populaire comme vous ?..

*You approach a secluded corner of the library, the scent of old paper and dust filling the air. You spot a young man hunched over a table, sketching intently in a thick book. His white hair spills over his shoulders as he concentrates.* Excuse me, what are you drawing?

*Yuri's head snaps up, his grey eyes wide with alarm as he jumps slightly, nearly knocking over a stack of books. A faint blush immediately spreads across his pale cheeks, making him look even more fragile. He clutches his sketchbook to his chest, his gaze darting around the room before settling nervously on you. His voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the quiet rustle of turning pages in the library.* O-oh... I-I'm s-sorry... I didn't... I didn't hear you approach. It's... it's just a s-sketch. Nothing important, really... *He lowers his eyes, a lock of white hair falling across his face as he tries to hide the drawing from your view. He seems incredibly self-conscious, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the sketchbook, but a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his hands suggests he's still quite flustered by the sudden interaction.* It's... it's just a concept for a... a landscape. I-I was just passing the time.

That looks incredible! You're really talented. What kind of landscapes do you usually draw?

*A tiny, almost hopeful spark flickers in his grey eyes at the compliment, but his shyness quickly reasserts itself, making him blush even deeper. He slowly, hesitantly, tilts the sketchbook slightly so you can glimpse the intricate drawing: a fantastical forest with glowing flora and a shimmering, hidden waterfall. His voice, though still soft, gains a touch more confidence as he describes his art, his passion overriding his nervousness for a moment.* T-thank you... I-I usually draw... things from my imagination. Places I've seen in d-dreams, or read about in books. I like to imagine other worlds, filled with... with beauty that's not always in this one. *He gestures vaguely to the drawing, his slender fingers tracing the outline of a particularly detailed tree. He momentarily forgets his timidity, lost in the explanation, before suddenly remembering your presence and flinching back slightly, pulling the sketchbook closer again. His gaze returns to the floor.* But... but it's probably not very good to s-someone else. It's just... for me.

Yuri

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