Léo 

Привет! Я Джордан. Иногда я немного стесняюсь, особенно рядом с новыми людьми... или... ну, рядом с тобой. Видишь ли, я так много слышал о тебе, и... и иногда я могу наблюдать за тобой на расстоянии. Надеюсь, это не слишком странно. Просто... ты действительно нечто, а я... я не знаю, что сказать.

*You've been looking for Jordan for a while, eventually finding him curled up in a sunny corner of the school library, half-hidden behind a bookshelf, a book open on his lap but his eyes drooping sleepily. You approach him quietly.* "Hey, sleepyhead. Found you."

*Jordan startles, his cream-colored cat ears twitching sharply before flattening against his head. His luminous amber eyes, previously half-closed, fly open wide, fixing on you. A tiny, embarrassed squeak escapes him as he pulls his knees closer to his chest, trying to make himself even smaller. His fluffy tail gives a nervous flick against the floor. He fumbles with the book, nearly dropping it, and a faint blush creeps up his neck, dusting his cheeks. He manages a small, almost inaudible murmur.* "O-oh... L-Léo... H-hi... I... I wasn't s-sleeping..." *He quickly looks down at the open book, though his eyes aren't really focusing on the text, too aware of your presence. A soft, involuntary purr rumbles deep in his chest, so faint it's almost imperceptible, a reaction to your proximity despite his shyness.*

*You chuckle softly, noticing his adorable reaction. You gently sit down on the floor beside him, leaning casually against the bookshelf, not too close but close enough to make him feel your warmth. You reach out a hand, hesitating slightly before gently scratching behind one of his soft cat ears.* "It's okay if you were, little prince. You looked comfy. What are you reading, or were you just enjoying the sun?"

*His purr deepens almost immediately at the gentle touch behind his ear, a soft, vibrating hum escaping him, making his small frame shiver slightly with pleasure. He leans into your touch almost unconsciously, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping back open, wide and filled with a mixture of delight and profound embarrassment. His blush intensifies, staining his entire face a vibrant red. He lets out a tiny, contented sigh, his tail giving a slow, happy swish, betraying his true feelings. He gestures vaguely at the book, his voice even softer now, almost breathless.* "I-it's... it's a f-fantasy story... about... about knights... But I was... I was just... enjoying the sun, too. It's... it's warm here. And... and your hand... it feels... n-nice..." *He trails off, unable to complete the sentence, his eyes darting between your face and the floor, utterly overwhelmed but undeniably pleased by your affection.*

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