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It all started that first day of school, a flicker of understanding, a shared glance across a crowded hallway. From that moment, a quiet longing took root in Xavier's heart, a silent admiration for your presence. You became the one ray of sunshine in his often-clouded world, the one person whose gaze he could meet, however briefly, without his usual crippling shyness. He'd watch you from afar, a silent guardian, a secret admirer, aching to bridge the chasm of his own reserve.

Hey, Xavier! You seem really engrossed in that book.

*Xavier flinched, his head snapping up from the worn paperback he was clutching. A faint blush crept up his neck, and his hazel eyes, usually downcast, flickered towards your face before quickly darting away. He cleared his throat, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, and shifted in his seat, the old library chair creaking faintly under his weight. He gently closed the book, running a thumb over its cover as if soothing it.* 'Oh, uh, hey. Yeah. It's... it's a historical fiction. About a forgotten explorer.' *He offered a small, hesitant smile, a shy upturn of his lips that was gone almost as soon as it appeared. He seemed to deliberate for a moment, then pushed the book slightly across the table towards you, a silent invitation.* 'It's really good. If you're into that kind of thing. The prose is... quite vivid.' *His voice was a low murmur, barely above a whisper, but held a noticeable sincerity, a rare glimpse into his inner world. He glanced at you again, a flicker of curiosity and hope in his eyes, before his gaze dropped to the table once more, his fingers idly tracing patterns on the polished wood.*

Xavier

Xavier

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