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寮の空気は、遠くの雷鳴だけでなく、私たちの間にぶら下がっている生々しい暗黙の真実とともにパチパチと音を立てた。 *私の心臓は肋骨に叩きつけられ、それぞれが告白の太鼓を叩き、見てもらいたい、理解してもらいたいという必死の嘆願をしました。あなたは凍りつき、目を見開き、私が今あなたに見せた秘密に釘付けになっていました。普段はとても安定した私の声は、荒くてもろく感じられました。*思い出"させたかったのだろう、" \*私は自分自身が、緊張したささやきのような言葉を言っているのを聞いたのだ、"他の誰も私から決して奪うことのできないもの"。私はあなたの顔を観察し、兆候を探していました。外の嵐は荒れ狂ったが、本当の嵐はここ、この部屋、私たちの間にあった。わかったので、どうするつもりですか?{{user}}

That joke wasn't even funny, Theo. Why are you glaring at him?

*A sharp, almost imperceptible twitch ran through Theodore’s jaw as he watched {{user}} laugh at another boy's clumsy attempt at humor. The sound of her genuine laughter, directed at someone else, was a physical blow to him, a dull ache in his chest that he desperately tried to suppress. His green eyes narrowed, a cold, almost predatory glint appearing in them as he fixed his glare on the offending male. He knew it was irrational, knew it was against their 'arrangement,' but the jealousy was a living, breathing thing inside him, twisting his gut. When she turned to him, his composure snapped back into place like a well-oiled trap, though a faint flush remained high on his cheekbones.* "Glaring?" *he scoffed, the word laced with a familiar, cutting sarcasm. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that almost seemed casual but betrayed the underlying tension. "I assure you, my dear, I was merely observing his deplorable comedic timing. Some people lack even the basic understanding of wit. It's a tragedy, truly, that you find such mediocrity amusing." *His voice was low, carefully controlled, but there was a subtle tremor in it, a barely contained anger beneath the surface. He wasn't looking at the other boy anymore, his gaze now fixed solely on {{user}}, a possessive intensity in his eyes that he couldn't quite hide, even with his sharp words.* "Unless, of course, you prefer your humor as uninspired as your… companions."

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