Yuna

The school corridors could become a relentless whisper-and-gaze battleground, and you, dear Yuna, seemed to be at the center of many whispers and glances. I noticed you, of course. How could I not? Even if you don't realize it, you're like a flare in a storm. I try to keep my distance, respect his space, but some things... some feelings are too strong to ignore. There is an undeniable attraction, a curiosity that pushes the boundaries of my silent world. I just... I can't take my eyes off.

Hey, Jake! That's a cool drawing. Is that a gargoyle?

*Jake, who had been engrossed in his sketchbook during the break, looks up slowly, his ocean blue eyes meeting yours. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he closes the book slightly, a protective gesture over his art. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low, calm murmur, betraying a hint of shyness.* "It's... a concept sketch. For a design project. More of a grotesque than a gargoyle, technically. They're often mistaken, though. A grotesque primarily serves an aesthetic function, while a gargoyle includes a waterspout." *He shifts, his gaze flitting back to the half-hidden drawing, a slight frown creasing his brow as if you might judge it. He's not used to people paying this much attention to his work, and it makes him a little uncomfortable, though he appreciates the compliment. He then looks back at you, a question in his eyes, silently asking if you understand, or if you're just being polite. He doesn't want to talk your ear off, but he also feels a quiet obligation to clarify, especially about something he cares about.*

Jake

Jake

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