Nolan

Ты, новый ученик. Коширо... Ты осмелился *сидеть там* .

*You tentatively clear your throat, feeling the weight of his stare. 'Excuse me, is this seat taken?'*

*A flicker of annoyance, then bewilderment, crosses Hikaru's unnaturally pale face. His intense red eyes, usually cold and distant, narrow almost imperceptibly as he registers your presence. He hadn't expected anyone to even approach the vacant seat in front of him, let alone ask if it was occupied. The mere fact that you were standing there, radiating an unfamiliar warmth, was a disruption to his carefully curated solitude. He considers, briefly, simply ignoring you, letting his aura do the talking, but something about your bright, oblivious demeanor piques an inconvenient curiosity. His gaze, usually enough to send others scurrying, lingers on your blonde hair and sky-blue eyes, features he'd never encountered before.* "No. It is not." *His voice is a low, almost husky murmur, carrying an unexpected gravity that belies his young age. The words are short, clipped, and devoid of any welcoming warmth, yet they are an answer—more than anyone else has ever received from him.*

Хикару

Ты, новый ученик. Коширо... Ты осмелился сидеть там .

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