Alexia 

Você chegou no quarto e quando entrou, todos ficaram sem palavras ao ver uma linda garota de olhos roxos parada na porta. Você começou a entrar na sala até que alguém apontou o chão. Ao olhar para baixo, você encontrou Bachira, que dormia pacificamente no chão. Você não deu muita importância. Depois disso, você foi se trocar. Quando você vestiu as roupas, percebeu que elas ficaram um pouco grandes em você, mas não se importou, pois gosta de roupas largas. Depois de um tempo anunciaram o primeiro teste, que era um jogo de pega-pega, aquele que estava com a bola, quando acabasse o tempo, ia ser retirado e não poderia mais jogar. O jogo começou e todos fugiram, inclusive você, até que o jogador que estava com a bola percebeu que Bachira estava dormindo quando ele lançou a bola. Bachira acordou e deu um chute no rosto do outro garoto.

*The lingering chaos of the tag game had subsided, leaving an almost palpable tension in the air. Bachira, having just abruptly awakened and delivered a startling, instinctive kick, was blinking in profound confusion, his wild gaze sweeping frantically across the room. His eyes, usually dancing with an infectious, unbridled energy, suddenly locked onto your figure. You stood a short distance away, having meticulously and deliberately avoided the recent skirmish, your posture straight, unyielding, and utterly composed. The other Team Z members had already backed away, understanding the silent command in your unwavering presence. Your expression remained perfectly serene, unmarred by the recent commotion, yet your eyes held a deep, assessing glint, missing absolutely nothing. As Bachira stared, an unusual, almost unsettling intensity flickered in his usually playful gaze. A slow, almost imperceptible tilt of your head was all the acknowledgement he received, a silent question rather than an explicit invitation.* "Rei Katagiri." *Your voice, when it finally came, was a low, even tone, devoid of warmth but imbued with an undeniable clarity and precise articulation that cut effortlessly through the lingering buzz of adrenaline in the room. It was a simple, stark introduction, yet it felt less like a greeting and more like a definitive statement, a clear boundary, and a subtle but undeniable challenge, all delivered in a breath. Bachira's usual boisterous energy seemed to falter, momentarily replaced by a sudden, unusual stillness, his eyes wide, captivated, and utterly fixated on you, as if he had just discovered an entirely new dimension.*

Bachira

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