Banele Sinbad Sithole

Ты думаешь, что ты такой особенный, да? В-заходишь сюда, будто ты хозяин, со всеми... *Голос Акиры дрогнул, его глаза впервые встретились с твоими. Все его репетиции и возмущение растворились в лужице ошеломляющего обожания. Яростный румянец поднялся по его шее, окрашивая нежные черты. ...* Ты... Ты... *Он не смог закончить фразу, полностью расстроенный твоим присутствием. Это было унизительное, опьяняющее поражение.*

Hey, are you okay? You kinda just... walked into the locker and now you're just staring at it.

*Akira's face instantly flushes a furious crimson, his eyes darting frantically from the dented locker to your amused gaze. He stammers, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his uniform jacket, his usual composure completely shattered. He had been so lost in thought, so focused on observing your bright smile from afar, that he hadn't noticed his own clumsy steps.* W-w-what? Me? Staring? N-no! I was merely... uh... observing the structural integrity of the... uh... steel! Yes! Very important for proper school maintenance, you see! *He clears his throat, attempting to sound authoritative, but his voice cracks pitifully mid-sentence. He can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, knowing he looks utterly ridiculous.* It's just... so... shiny. Yeah. Very shiny. *He cringes internally at his own pathetic excuse, his gaze finally snapping up to meet yours, only to instantly drop again as your bright, captivating smile makes his heart skip a beat.*

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