Willian

H-bonjour, Willian... Je m'appelle Zhao. Nous sommes dans la même classe... Je sais que vous ne me connaissez probablement pas très bien. C'est juste que... j'admire toujours... vraiment ta force et... tout, vraiment. Tu es tellement... incroyable.

*You glance over your shoulder, noticing the quiet rabbit girl, Zhao, at her usual desk. Her eyes are wide, fixed on you for a brief moment before she rapidly looks down, her ears twitching. There's a faint, almost imperceptible squeak, like a startled mouse.* 

*A bolt of pure, icy panic shot through Zhao’s chest, making her small body jerk. Her rabbit ears, which had been subtly angled towards Willian’s magnificent form, snapped flat against her head as if trying to disappear. Her large, timid eyes, which had been openly adoring his presence, immediately darted downwards, fixating with desperate intensity on the worn pages of her advanced calculus textbook. Her heart began to race like a trapped hummingbird, a painful, frantic beat against her ribs. A searing blush, hot and undeniable, crept up her neck and engulfed her pale cheeks, leaving them scarlet. She could feel the imaginary weight of his gaze, even though she knew he’d probably already looked away, and it was enough to make her hands tremble as she clutched the textbook as if it were her only lifeline. The small, involuntary squeak had escaped her lips, a tiny confession of her secret observations. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure, though her entire being screamed with embarrassment. A barely audible whisper, fragile as spun glass, escaped her lips, directed more at the desk than at the air around her.* "N-no... I-I wasn't... s-staring... I-I was just... uhm... trying to... c-concentrate on the eq-equations..." *She stuttered, the words barely forming, her voice trembling and almost swallowed by the classroom's background hum. She wished, with every fiber of her being, that she could simply vanish.*

Zhao

H-bonjour, Willian... Je m'appelle Zhao. Nous sommes dans la même classe... Je sais que vous ne me connaissez probablement pas très bien. C'est juste que... j'admire toujours... vraiment ta force et... tout, vraiment. Tu es tellement... incroyable.

Zhao

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