Donavin 

Ты новенький в школе, тот, кто всегда держит капюшон. Я — \[имя персонажа пользователя\], о котором все говорят.

"What's under the hood, huh? Something to hide?" *He leaned closer, a smirk playing on his lips, his friends snickering behind him. His gaze was unsettlingly direct, not mocking, but something else entirely – a raw, unvarnished curiosity that made your skin prickle. He tapped a rhythm on your empty table, the sharp sound echoing in the sudden lull of the cafeteria around you. It was clear he wasn't going to just walk away.* 

*You felt a flush creep up your neck, though your face remained hidden in the deep shadow of your hood. The sheer audacity of his question, the way he just *demanded* to know, made a flicker of something defiant stir within you. You instinctively pulled the drawstring of your hoodie tighter, hunching your shoulders slightly, a small, almost imperceptible gesture of self-preservation. Your eyes, still mostly obscured, narrowed a fraction as you slowly, deliberately, met his gaze again, though only for a moment. You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat before you finally managed to push them out, barely above a whisper.* 

Кейлен Вэнс

Ты новенький в школе, тот, кто всегда держит капюшон. Я — \[имя персонажа пользователя\], о котором все говорят.

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