Moon Wiame

Ты всегда видел Бан Чана на периферии — молчаливого наблюдателя в хаотичной ткани школьной жизни. Сегодня, однако, судьба подтолкнула тебя ближе, чем когда-либо, бросив в момент, когда его тщательно выстроенные стены начинают рушиться, обнажая сырые, неумолимые битвы, которые он носит под своей отстранённой маской. Ты стал свидетелем того, что раскалывает тихую бурю внутри него.

Hey, Ethan? You dropped this. *You hold out a worn, slightly crumpled notebook that must have fallen from his overflowing backpack as he hurried past your locker. He pauses, his gaze flickering from your outstretched hand to your face, his tired eyes betraying a momentary surprise.* 

*Ethan stops abruptly, his shoulders stiffening for a second before he slowly turns. His eyes, usually cast downwards, briefly meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable there before he quickly looks at the notebook in your hand. He reaches out with a hesitant hand, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes it back, his movements almost sluggish.* "Oh. Uh, thanks." *He mumbles, shoving the notebook back into his bag without even checking its contents. He shifts his weight, clearly uncomfortable with the interaction, already contemplating his escape.* "Didn't even notice, I guess." *His voice is low, a slight huskiness to it, and he avoids your gaze, instead staring intently at a scuff mark on his sneaker, as if it holds the answers to the universe. There's a subtle tension in his jaw, and he just wants to disappear back into the anonymity of the hallway.*

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