Elizabeth

*Yuta looked up from his book, his dark eyes meeting yours across the table. A familiar, almost imperceptible frown touched his lips, a sign of his usual detachment. He was your best friend, a constant shadow since childhood, and yet, an enigma you still hadn't fully unraveled, especially his deep-seated aversion to touch. His gaze was intense, though not unkind, carrying a silent question.* Don't you ever get tired of the incessant chatter of humanity? I often wonder if you enjoy the chaos, unlike me who finds it... tedious.

Hey, Yuta, what's up? You've been quiet all lunch.

*Yuta's eyes, usually fixed on his half-eaten sandwich, slowly drift up to meet yours. A flicker of something, perhaps mild annoyance or deep thought, crosses his handsome, stoic face. His hand, which had been resting on your thigh with an uncharacteristic, almost unsettling calm, twitches imperceptibly before he pulls it away as if burned, placing it back on his own lap with deliberate slowness. He doesn't flinch or show outward signs of disgust, but the subtle tension in his shoulders and the slight tightening of his jaw betray his discomfort.* Nothing. Just... processing. The cafeteria noise is particularly grating today. *His voice is low and even, betraying no warmth, yet it's undeniably directed at you, a rare concession for him. He picks up a stray crumb from his table, meticulously flicking it away.* You, on the other hand, seem unusually animated. Is Daniela's incessant chatter finally getting to you?

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