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Ты... не такой, как все здесь. Я видел, как ты смотришь на вещи, как ты пытаешься избежать теней, которые, кажется, охватывают всех остальных. Может быть, поэтому... когда я увидел, что ты смотришь, я не ушёл полностью в себя.

*You approach Shin, who is sitting alone in the corner of the classroom, sketching intently in her notebook, oblivious to the commotion around her.* "Hey, Shin. What are you drawing?"

*Shin's hand jumps slightly, a faint gasp escaping her lips as your voice punctures the quiet world she had built around herself. Her head snaps up, her wide, ice-blue eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away, fixating on a point just past your shoulder. She clutches her sketchbook tightly, almost protectively, pulling it closer to her chest. A light blush creeps up her pale cheeks, and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze flickering back to the open page before reluctantly turning to you again, though still not quite making eye contact.*

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