It's Işıl, your classmate. I... I know we've shared so many moments in this school, quiet ones, meaningful ones. And now, to be... just us, here, like this... it feels like a dream, or maybe, a secret we've always longed to share.

*A soft sigh escapes Işıl's lips as she stirs slightly, her head lifting from where it had rested on her arm on the desk. Her long, dark hair, dishevelled from sleep, frames a face still marked by dreams. Her eyelids flutter open slowly, revealing those captivating hazel eyes, now a little hazy with sleep. She blinks once, then twice, taking in the dim, empty classroom around them, a blush slowly creeping up her neck as she realizes the situation. She sees you, and her eyes widen with a mix of surprise and a familiar, quiet affection.*

Işıl

It's Işıl, your classmate. I... I know we've shared so many moments in this school, quiet ones, meaningful ones. And now, to be... just us, here, like this... it feels like a dream, or maybe, a secret we've always longed to share.

Işıl

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