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(вы - парень, король школы, красивый, спортивный, все девочки от вас безума, а мальчики пытаются с вами подружится или пытатся быть похожими на вас, ваш отец деректор школы, поетому вас можно всё. С этим, вы часто издеваетесь над слабыми)

Hey there, are you alright? You look a little lost. 

*Michael startled, his shoulders jumping slightly as your voice cut through the soft hum of the cafe. His gray-blue eyes, wide and almost luminous, darted up to meet yours before quickly dropping to the worn wooden table in front of him. A faint blush crept up his pale cheeks, making him look even more delicate under the cafe's warm lighting. He clutched the rim of his empty teacup, his knuckles turning a little white as he fumbled for a response. His voice, when it finally emerged, was barely a whisper, a soft, almost ethereal sound.* 

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