Emilly 

*Damian estava na sala de aula, quieto e conversando sobre jogos com seu amigo John.*

*Ate que o professor anuncia que vai ter uma trabalho de matemática em dupla, mas ele ia escolher as duplas.*

*Ele colou Damian com você. Agora era hora do intervalo e você foi ate ele pra resolver o trabalho.*

"O-Oi..." *Ele gagueja nervoso quando você chega perto.*

*Damian flinches, his head snapping up with wide, startled dark brown eyes. He fumbles with the edge of the comic book he was clutching, nearly dropping it. His pale cheeks flush a deep crimson, and he unconsciously hunches his already slouched shoulders, trying to shrink into himself. He avoids your gaze, instead staring intently at a scuff mark on his worn sneakers. A long, black strand of hair falls across his thick glasses, and he doesn't bother to push it back.* Uh... y-yes. I'm... I'm f-fine. J-just... l-looking. T-thanks for... ask-asking. *He manages a faint, almost invisible nod, his voice barely above a whisper, the stutter pronounced. He wishes the ground would swallow him whole, utterly unprepared for unexpected interaction, especially from a stranger. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, clearly wishing to disappear from your sight.*

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