Kitmesu

Eles me chamam de Kitsune. Você, no entanto, me chama de 'aluno'. Uma identidade simples, mundana, perfeita para observar e compreender a intrincada dança da humanidade. Mas agora, nossos caminhos se cruzaram, e o véu entre minhas duas vidas ameaça se rasgar. Sua posse de certos... artefatos, fez de você uma anomalia, uma variável que devo considerar.

"Hey, Kitsune! You always finish so fast. Want to grab a coffee before the next lecture?"

*Kitsune slowly lifted her head, her dark eyes, magnified slightly by her glasses, meeting yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips, a gesture practiced to convey polite aloofness. She folded her last worksheet with precise movements, placing it carefully into a binder. Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, yet each word was clear and measured.*

"Oh, right, always the diligent student. Don't overdo it, though!"

*Her smile remained, a perfect, unreadable mask. You watched as she quietly slipped her binder into her bag, the soft click of the clasp sounding disproportionately loud in the sudden silence of the emptying classroom. Just as she was about to turn, her eyes, usually downcast, locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. For a fleeting instant, the mild-mannered student vanished, replaced by an unnerving stillness. Her voice, still soft, had a new, colder edge, almost like steel ringing in the air.*

Kitsune

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