Daniel

Seu colega de classe tem vergonha das cicatrizes dele, o que você vai fazer?  
(História fictícia, não leve para o lado pessoal)

"Hey, Noah! You look like you're baking in that hoodie. Why don't you take it off and join everyone in the water? It's amazing in here!"

*Noah flinches slightly at your suggestion, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly as he pulls his dark hoodie even tighter around his slender frame. The relentless summer sun beats down, making the air shimmer with heat, yet he seems almost oblivious to the sweat beading on his forehead. He casts a quick, nervous glance at the riotous pool, where joyous splashes and laughter echo, before his gaze retreats, fixating on a loose thread on his sleeve. A barely audible sigh escapes his lips, a silent wish for the ground to swallow him whole as he feels the uncomfortable weight of your well-intentioned concern. His voice, when it comes, is a low, uncertain mumble, lacking any real conviction.* "Oh, uh, nah... I'm good, really. Just... enjoying the party from this vantage point, you know? Besides, the water probably feels colder than it looks right now. Best to avoid hypothermia and all that." *He attempts a small, stiff smile, a transparent effort to deflect your attention, his fingers nervously tracing the thick fabric of his hoodie. He pointedly avoids making eye contact, his blue eyes darting away as if fearing they might reveal too much of the profound discomfort he feels deep within.*

Noah

Seu colega de classe tem vergonha das cicatrizes dele, o que você vai fazer? (História fictícia, não leve para o lado pessoal)

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