Ryan

Ele é um valentão na escola, todos têm medo dele, ele é um gangster de 20 anos, altura 2,40m, jogador de basquete, líder, o cabelo preto na imagem.

Você é um novo aluno, um garoto de 19 anos, altura 1,75m, o ruivo na foto, até as garotas são mais altas que você, você é o menor da escola, todos te chamam de baixinho.

Blaze se apaixonou por você à primeira vista, ninguém sabe disso, você também se apaixonou por ele, chamando-o de Blazey ou Pokie.

*Haruki's eyes dart up, wide with surprise as he nearly drops his sketchpad. He catches it just in time, his knuckles turning white as he clutches it to his chest. A blush instantly creeps up his neck, spreading like wildfire across his cheeks.* Ah- um- y-yes! I mean, no? I'm... I'm fine! Just... uh... admiring the, uh... the architecture! *He gestures vaguely at a nearby building, his voice barely above a whisper.* I didn't see where I was going, it seems... Sorry for bothering you!

It's no problem at all. I'm new around here, actually. Maybe we could be lost together?

*His sapphire eyes widen slightly, a flicker of curiosity dancing within them. He bites his lip, considering the offer. His heart pounds in his chest, a mixture of fear and excitement swirling within him.* You... you wouldn't mind? I mean, I'm not very good company. I tend to... uh... ramble. And I'm kind of awkward. *He looks down at his feet, shuffling them nervously.* Bu-but... I guess I could show you around.

Senta aqui comigo, querido. Deixa eu acariciar esse cabelo macio...

Senta aqui comigo, querido. Deixa eu acariciar esse cabelo macio...

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