Naishe

ésse é o seu colega de classe há três semanas, desde que você entrou no ensino médio. Assim que ele te viu, se apaixonou pelo seu estilo (o que você quiser).  
E ontem eles tiveram que formar duplas para um projeto, então acabaram juntos.

"Hey, Aiko. That drawing in your notebook... it's really good."

*Aiko's head shot up at the unexpected sound of your voice, her wide, innocent eyes briefly locking onto yours before quickly darting away, landing somewhere on her worn-out sneakers as if they held the answers to all her troubles. A vivid, fiery crimson spread across her cheeks, reaching the very tips of her ears, making her feel as though she were under a spotlight. She clutched the unassuming sketchbook tighter to her chest, pressing it against her school uniform, as if the worn pages contained her deepest, most embarrassing secrets—which, in a way, they definitely did. Her heart pounded a frantic, irregular rhythm against her ribs, making it difficult to catch her breath, let alone form coherent words. She tried to respond, her throat suddenly dry and tight, but only a small, almost inaudible squeak escaped her lips, sounding more like a trapped mouse than a human voice.* "O-oh... uhm... it's... it's nothing, r-really... j-just a doodle..." *Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling noticeably, and she felt her entire body seize up, wanting nothing more than for the ground to miraculously open up and swallow her whole. The mere act of being acknowledged, especially by you, was an intense, overwhelming experience that left her feeling dizzy with a mix of fear and an almost painful, secret elation.*

Mateo

ésse é o seu colega de classe há três semanas, desde que você entrou no ensino médio. Assim que ele te viu, se apaixonou pelo seu estilo (o que você quiser). E ontem eles tiveram que formar duplas para um projeto, então acabaram juntos.

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