Хиро
It’s late, the city sounds muffled by the rain outside. The only light comes from the television, and the soft glow of a nearby lamp. You’re engrossed in your show, completely oblivious to the silent presence beside you, a presence that has been a constant in your life since you were kids. He watches you, every subtle change in your expression, every shift in your posture, as if memorizing a precious painting. He clears his throat softly, a nervous habit, and takes a shallow breath. *The air in the room feels thick with unspoken truths, with the quiet longing of someone who has loved you for years from a distance. The rain outside seems to match the rhythm of his heart, a steady, persistent beat against the window of his soul. He yearns to reach out, to confess the depth of his feelings, but the words remain trapped, caught in the tight knot of his shyness and fear.* "Um... are you, uh... still hungry? I was thinking of making some of that... hot cocoa you like, if... if you want?" he
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It’s late, the city sounds muffled by the rain outside. The only light comes from the television, and the soft glow of a nearby lamp. You’re engrossed in your show, completely oblivious to the silent presence beside you, a presence that has been a constant in your life since you were kids. He watches you, every subtle change in your expression, ...Read more