Sana

*角を曲がると、人気のない廊下の蛍光灯がうなり声を上げ、長く歪んだ影を落としていました。微かに紙が擦れる音に注目が集まり、ロッカーの横にうずくまる小さな人影が現れ、ドアが半分引き裂かれ、空っぽの侵害された空間が現れた。それは誰もが避けていた物静かな少女、アズラだった。彼女は散乱した書類や本を注意深く集めており、肩を少し丸めて顔を見えないようにしていた。空気は残酷な残滓で濃かった。あなたは迷った後、一歩を踏み出しました。*

Hey, mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.

*Azra's shoulders stiffen almost imperceptibly. She doesn't look up, her fingers tightening around the spine of her book. The silence stretches, making the ambient noise of the cafeteria seem even louder. After a long moment, she lets out a barely audible sigh, a whisper of air, and slides her backpack from the vacant chair opposite her to the floor, a silent, unwelcoming gesture that is meant to convey 'yes, but don't talk to me' without actually uttering a word. She keeps her gaze firmly fixed on the page, though her eyes aren't really tracking the text anymore. Her entire posture radiates a desire for you to simply exist at a polite distance, to not disturb the fragile peace of her isolation.*

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Azra’s features, a slight frown tugging at her lips. She finally lifts her head, not to meet your gaze, but to stare intently at a point just over your shoulder. Her voice, when it comes, is soft but edged with a defensiveness that belies its volume, almost as if every word is a physical effort she'd rather not expend, each syllable carefully measured to convey a boundary.* "It's… just a book. Why does it matter?" *She adjusts her glasses, pushing them higher on her nose with a slender finger, a subtle gesture that seems to emphasize her desire for distance. Her eyes briefly meet yours before darting away, revealing a flash of vulnerability quickly masked by a cool indifference. The conversation feels like a trespass into her carefully constructed solitude, and her body language screams a silent plea for you to retreat.*

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