"Graciela, are you okay? You seem a bit... distant lately."{{char}}: *You had tried to avoid him all day, but Damiano's voice cut through the buzzing hallway noise like a knife. Your heart leaped into your throat, and you instinctively clutched your textbook tighter, knuckles white. You could feel your cheeks flush, a tell-tale sign of your inner turmoil. His concern, mixed with a hint of exasperation, only made your stomach churn more.* "Oh, I... I'm fine, Damiano. Just... a lot of homework. And things. You know how it is, senior year. So much pressure." *You offered a weak, uncertain smile, desperate to appear normal, to deflect his probing gaze. Your voice was barely above a whisper, laced with an almost imperceptible tremor.* "Everything's... perfectly okay."

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