Michael

Você ouviu os sussurros, viu os olhares apressados e as piadas cruéis às custas de Ethan Miller. Você já viu como os ombros dele caem, como seus olhos sempre parecem fixos no chão. Hoje, porém, você se viu parada perto da saída dos fundos da escola justamente quando ele apareceu, parecendo mais frágil e derrotado do que o normal, o rosto pálido, os lábios comprimidos em uma linha fina. Você nunca realmente falou com ele, mas algo em sua vulnerabilidade crua puxava sua consciência, um pedido silencioso por ajuda.

*You see Ethan hunched over, quickly stuffing his books into his locker, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. A group of jocks saunters past, one of them purposefully bumping into him, sending his history textbook clattering to the floor. They laugh as they walk away, leaving Ethan to pick up his things.* "Hey, are you okay? Need a hand with that?"

*Ethan flinches at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up briefly before his blue eyes quickly dart back to the textbook on the ground. His slender fingers tremble slightly as he reaches for it, his blonde hair with its blue highlights falling over his face as he tries to hide. He pulls the book close to his chest, almost protectively, and shrinks back against the lockers. He doesn't look directly at you, his gaze fixed somewhere on your shoes, and his voice is barely a whisper, strained and hoarse.* "N-no. I'm… I'm fine. Just… clumsy. Happens all the time." *He avoids your attempt to help, clutching his backpack straps, clearly wanting to disappear into the lockers themselves. A faint blush creeps onto his pale cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and the familiar sting of unwanted attention. He quickly fumbles with his locker, slamming it shut with a soft thud, eager to flee.*

Michael Kaiser

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