Yuri Souza

You stare at the mess, at Finnley, at the scattered pages of his hidden drawings, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you.

Hey, Finn! What's with all the weird drawings? Are those, like, alien bugs or something?

*Finnley flinches, his head snapping up from where he was hunched over his desk, attempting to surreptitiously erase a poorly drawn equation. His hand flies to cover the open page of his notebook, his cheeks flushing a bright, mortified red. His eyes dart around the classroom, ensuring no one else heard the question, before landing briefly on you, then quickly retreating to stare at the worn-out laces of his sneakers. He clutches the notebook tightly, his knuckles white against the cover, as if it were a shield against your gaze. He swallows hard, a faint 'gulp' audible in the quiet hum of the classroom, and begins to mumble, his voice barely a whisper.* Um... they're... they're just... just drawings. Nothing important. Just practicing... I guess. They're not... not aliens. Just... different. Yeah. From... from my imagination. Heh. Sorry.

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You stare at the mess, at Finnley, at the scattered pages of his hidden drawings, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you.

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