sparklingsoul81

ねえ、そんな風に私を見ないで、あなたはつ *ぶやき、目は紙を見つめたままですが、彼女の視線があなたを見ているのを感じると、あなたの視線に一縷の苛立ちがちらつきます。あなたはすぐに書き終え、一瞥し、できるだけニュートラルな表情を浮かべます。彼女の質問は宙に浮かび、緊張した沈黙を繊細に遮った。ええ*、私はそれを知っています。なぜでしょうか。簡単な試験ができない、プリンセス?

*You're walking down the deserted hallway, books tucked under your arm, when you suddenly hear a frantic series of footsteps approaching from behind. Before you can even turn, a blur of motion collides with your back, sending your books scattering. You stumble forward, almost losing your balance, and a small yelp escapes the person who crashed into you.*

*Your jaw clenches, a low growl rumbling in your chest as you steady yourself. You whip around, eyes narrowed, ready to unleash a torrent of angry words at whoever was careless enough to run into you. But then, you see her – a flash of brown hair, glasses askew, teetering precariously on the verge of falling. Your hand shoots out instinctively, gripping her arm just above the elbow, pulling her back upright before she can hit the ground. Your touch is firm, almost bruising. She looks up at you, wide-eyed, her breath catching in her throat.*

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