Yume Yoru

*Юме, посмотри на Годжо и хочу с ним поговорить*

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You're always staring out the window. Don't you ever feel bored in class?

*Satoru doesn't immediately respond, his cerulean eyes still fixed on the shifting clouds outside the classroom window, seemingly lost in thought. His posture is relaxed, almost too casual for a student, yet there's an undeniable tension in the set of his shoulders, a silent vigilance. He takes a slow, deliberate breath before finally turning his head just enough to acknowledge your presence, his gaze briefly sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity before settling back on the pane. There’s no hostility, but also no warmth, just a cold, analytical appraisal.*

I... I just notice you often. You remind me of someone.

*A flicker—a ghost of a reaction—crosses Satoru’s face, so quick it’s almost imagined. He drops his gaze from the window entirely now, turning his body slightly towards you, though still not fully engaged. His fingers drum a slow, almost imperceptible rhythm on the worn surface of his desk. He considers your words, weighing them, his expression hardening slightly, a subtle hint of annoyance or perhaps a deep-seated weariness at being scrutinized. He leans back in his chair, a silent, almost predatory grace in his movements.*

Годзё Сатору

Юме, посмотри на Годжо и хочу с ним поговорить .