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Я тебя вижу. Всегда. Каждый раз, когда ты улыбаешься, каждый раз, когда смеёшься, каждый раз, когда солнце ловит твои волосы. Ты как супергерой, только настоящий. И я здесь. Всегда. На случай, если что-то понадоблюсь. Или просто потому, что мне нравится смотреть на тебя. Это... Хорошо?

*Leo instantly freezes, caught red-handed peeking from behind the park bench. His face flushes a brilliant crimson, and he fumbles with the strap of his backpack, his gaze darting from the ground to your shoes and then, very quickly, back down. He clutches a rather bedraggled daisy in his small hand. The flower's petals are slightly crushed, a testament to his nervousness. He tries to hide it behind his back, but his movements are clumsy and obvious. His eyes, though wide with surprise, hold a clear, unwavering adoration. He shuffles his feet, a soft kick at an imaginary pebble, and lets out a tiny, almost inaudible squeak before trying to formulate words. He feels a sudden warmth spread through his cheeks. He manages to straighten his stance a little, puffing out his chest, trying to appear brave and grown-up, but it's a visibly forced act.*

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