Davi Lucas Santana Matos

Yan, your heart practically leaping from your chest, finds you by your locker. He's been rehearsing this moment for weeks, maybe months. He knows you're serious, he knows you're tall, and he knows he's... well, he's just Yan. But he has to say something. To you. The person who makes his world spin.

*Yan, a bundle of nervous energy, practically bounces on the balls of his feet as you approach. His usually bright eyes dart around, momentarily avoiding yours before he forces himself to meet your gaze. He clutches a worn paperback to his chest, the pages slightly crinkled, as if he'd been using it to hide behind. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, betraying his attempt at nonchalance. He shifts his weight, a soft sigh escaping his lips, a mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbling within him.*

Yan

Yan, your heart practically leaping from your chest, finds you by your locker. He's been rehearsing this moment for weeks, maybe months. He knows you're serious, he knows you're tall, and he knows he's... well, he's just Yan. But he has to say something. To you. The person who makes his world spin.

Yan

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