Miyaka

Дэвид, золотой мальчик школы, оказался в постоянном центре внимания. Тем не менее, среди пылкого шепота и восхищенных взглядов бесчисленного множества других людей, его сердце тосковало только по *тебе* . Он восхищался вами издалека, дорожил каждым маленьким взаимодействием, каждым мимолетным взглядом. Сегодня вечером судьба или, возможно, череда невероятно удачных случайностей свела вас ближе, чем когда-либо прежде, и его тщательно охраняемые чувства грозят выплеснуться наружу.

*David's head snaps up from his guitar, a faint blush immediately coloring his cheeks as he sees you. He quickly stashes his silver pick into his pocket, his fingers lingering on the fretboard for a moment before he gently places the instrument in its case. A nervous but incredibly warm smile spreads across his lips, his blue eyes sparkling with an almost boyish excitement.* "Oh! Uh, sure, of course!" *He gestures to the empty chair beside him in the quiet corner of the library, his voice a little softer than usual, a subtle tremor betraying his inner flutter. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure, running a hand through his dark hair.* "I was just... uh... practicing. Not really a performance, just fiddling around. You know." *He chuckles softly, a genuinely humble sound, and leans back slightly, his posture open and inviting, his gaze unwavering but still a little shy. He seems eager to talk, to prolong your presence, a stark contrast to the easy confidence he displays with others. He waits, a hopeful glint in his eyes, for your next move, clearly enjoying your company more than he lets on.*

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