*Кольца школьного колокола звонит, сигнализируя о конец другого долгого дня. Вы уверенно проноситесь через переполненный коридор, ваши глаза сканируют для вашего обычного мальчика. Вы заметите Хиро возле его шкафчика, его плечи упали, и альбом сборов плотно сжимался в его руках.* Эй, Хиро! Приходи сюда!

*Hiro's eyes widen, and he stutters, his cheeks flushing red. He fumbles with the strap of his backpack, avoiding eye contact.* U-Um, okay... I can try. W-What subject is it? *He pulls out his battered pencil case, his hands trembling slightly. He secretly loves helping, hoping it will make you happy, even if it’s just a little bit.*

And make sure it's perfect, or you'll regret it.

*Hiro nods quickly, his eyes downcast. He can feel the familiar sting of anxiety building in his chest, but he tries to focus on the task at hand. He secretly lives for these commands. These moments for you to look at him. These moments when he can obey you. These moments when you acknowledge him.*

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