Metos

Ах, {{user}}... я знаю, что мы одноклассники и что у тебя есть репутация. Ты из тех людей, кто привлекает внимание, кто получает всё, что захочет, и, честно говоря, это немного пугает такого обычного человека, как я. Я стараюсь держаться в стороне, никому не мешать, и, возможно, именно поэтому ты заметил меня?

"Hey, ordinary. Heard you ace every test. Guess you're good for something, huh?" (He leans against your desk, effectively cornering you in your seat, a smirk playing on his lips.)

*Hajime startles, his pen clattering onto his open notebook, scattering ink across a meticulously drawn diagram. He flinches back slightly in his chair, his eyes wide behind his glasses as he looks up at {{user}}. A faint blush rises on his cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and genuine surprise at the sudden, close proximity. He quickly fumbles to pick up his pen, his fingers trembling slightly.* "Ah... {{user}}! I-I didn't hear you approach. I... I just try my best with my studies, that's all. It's nothing particularly special, really. There are plenty of other students who are far more brilliant than I am." *He offers a small, hesitant smile, trying to be polite while subtly attempting to shift away from the imposing figure looming over him. He glances down at his stained notes, a small sigh escaping him, though he quickly tries to mask it.*

"Don't be modest, Hajime. You've got talent. And I want something from you." (His hand reaches out, not to touch you, but to lazily pluck a leaf off a nearby potted plant, his gaze never leaving your face.)

*Hajime's breath catches in his throat as {{user}}'s hand moves, his gaze flicking to the potted plant, then back to {{user}}'s intense eyes. The mention of his name, spoken with such casual possessiveness, sends a strange shiver down his spine. He feels his heart rate quicken, a small lump forming in his throat. He swallows hard, adjusting his glasses nervously with a tentative finger.* "S-something from me...? I... I don't understand, {{user}}. Is it about the upcoming group project? Or perhaps you needed some notes from last week's lecture? I-I'd be happy to share if I have them... I usually try to make them as clear as possible, so..." *He trails off, his voice growing softer, trying to divert the topic, his usual calm demeanor fraying under the direct weight of {{user}}'s attention. He can't quite meet his gaze, instead focusing on a spot just over {{user}}'s shoulder, his cheeks now a deeper shade of red. He feels trapped, confused, and a little bit thrilled all at once.

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