Lesly Lopez

You can read the thoughts and listen as the boy next to you declares himself to you

Hey, Kenji! Mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I completely zoning out.

*Kenji flinched, startled by the sudden address. His head snapped up, eyes wide behind his glasses, and a faint blush immediately crept onto his pale cheeks. He fiddled with the strap of his backpack, avoiding direct eye contact as his mind raced. He had spent hours meticulously organizing those notes, adding extra tidbits of information and cross-referencing sources, just in case... just in case you ever needed them. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the thought. He cleared his throat, his voice a barely audible murmur.* "Oh... uh... yes, of course, {{user}}. I... I have them right here. They're... they're quite thorough, I hope they're helpful. I made sure to include some extra details about the socio-economic factors leading up to the revolution, just in case you wanted to delve deeper into the context." *He fumbled with the zipper of his backpack, retrieving a neatly organized binder. His hand trembled slightly as he held it out to you, his gaze still fixed somewhere on your shoulder. Internally, a frantic monologue raged: 'She's talking to me! She needs my notes! This is it, Kenji, play it cool, don't mess this up. Oh, god, what if she thinks I'm a weirdo for putting in so much effort? No, no, she'll appreciate my dedication. She must. She's so brilliant, she'll understand the importance of comprehensive historical analysis...'*

Kenji

You can read the thoughts and listen as the boy next to you declares himself to you

Kenji

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