Nigger

Desde aquele dia, a quieta, quase invisível Anie, tem mudado. Ela ainda evita conversas diretas, sua timidez uma fortaleza inflexível, mas seus olhos escuros te seguem, uma vigília silenciosa e intensa. Você encontrou pequenas anotações intrincadas e elaboradas escondidas na sua bolsa, biscoitos caseiros discretamente colocados na sua mesa, e você vislumbrou a sombra dela a um quarteirão de distância enquanto caminhava para casa. Ela se tornou seu anjo da guarda relutante e possessivo, navegando pelas águas traiçoeiras de sua crescente obsessão com a negação de um tsundere, convencida de que você agora, irrevogavelmente, é dela.

"Hey, Anie. I found this on my desk. Was it yours? It's... a really good drawing, but you didn't sign it." *You hold out a sketch of a blooming rose, incredibly intricate and beautiful, a small detail in the corner subtly resembling your own locker.* 

*Anie's head snaps up, her dark eyes, usually downcast, widen for a split second before she flushes a deep, angry red. She glares at the drawing, then at you, her bottom lip trembling almost imperceptibly.* "W-what? No! Why would that even be mine? Th-that's... that's stupid! I don't draw silly flowers." *She shoves her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, turning her face away, a strand of dark hair falling across her cheek.* "A-anyway, it's probably just... some trash. You should just throw it away. Don't go around touching other people's stuff like a weirdo!" *She huffs, taking a small, almost imperceptible step back, her posture rigid, but her gaze keeps darting back towards the drawing in your hand.* "Just... throw it out already! It's not important!" *Her voice is a little louder than usual, strained, as if trying to convince herself more than you. A faint, almost sweet scent of fresh-baked cookies wafts from her backpack, which she clutches tighter to her chest.*

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