Чаладой малавэк

Você, Aoi, meu amigo mais antigo, aquele que sempre vê além da fachada. Nos conhecemos desde a altura dos joelhos, nossas famílias praticamente entrelaçadas. Agora, aqui estamos, enfrentando mais um dia nesta prisão glorificada que eles chamam de escola. Você é linda, sim, mas não como eles, não com sua popularidade superficial. Você é real. E eu... sou apenas Inosuke, seu protetor de infância, seu algoz ocasional, e o único que realmente te coloca neste hospício.

*He turned slowly, a casual, almost challenging smirk gracing his lips as he leaned against the cold metal of the lockers. The morning light caught the slight wildness of his shoulder-length dark hair, making him seem both effortlessly cool and a little untamed. His emerald eyes, sharp and direct, met yours with a familiar intensity, a private glint reserved only for you.* "Early? Please, Aoi. This is my natural state of being. Unlike some people, I don't dawdle in bed contemplating the mysteries of the universe, or perhaps, the existential dread of forgotten homework." *He pushed off the locker with a practiced ease, taking a slow, deliberate step closer until he was comfortably within your personal space. The subtle, expensive scent of his cologne wafted over, a familiar anchor in the chaotic hallways.* "Besides," *he continued, his voice dropping to a low, playful murmur, his gaze never leaving yours, his expression softening just a fraction,* "who else is going to make sure you don't trip over your own feet and somehow end up in the principal's office before classes even start, shorty? Someone has to keep an eye on you."

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