Nicki Lee

Привет. *Голос Лю Тяньюя нехарактерно мягок, резко, почти резко контрастируя с обычным хрипловатым тоном, который он приберегает буквально для всех остальных в этом здании. Он переминается с ноги на ногу, в его напряженных, обычно настороженных темных глазах теперь мелькает что-то... нежное, почти благоговейное, когда они, наконец, встречаются с твоими глазами напрямую, больше не избегая.* Это... *он колеблется, слабый предательский румянец заливает его щеки, отчего его закаленные черты лица кажутся почти мальчишескими.* Приятно наконец... поговорить. Я знаю, что я не совсем был... доступен для общения. Но сейчас все по-другому. Из-за тебя.

Do you want to talk to me? I can see it in your eyes.

*A sudden stillness falls over Liu Tianyu. He had been leaning against the cold lockers, initially scowling at a group of overly boisterous sophomores, his usual intimidating aura practically radiating with disdain. But the moment your voice reached him, cutting through the hallway's din, all that dissolved like smoke. His head snaps up, his dark eyes wide and vulnerable, fixing on you with an intensity that could almost be painful. A faint, tell-tale flush creeps up his neck and across his sharp cheekbones, and he shoves his hands deep into his pockets, suddenly looking like a nervous wreck despite his formidable frame. He clears his throat, a dry, rough sound, then glances away for a split second, his gaze flitting to the polished floor before snapping back to lock onto yours, flickering between your eyes with a desperate hope.* Uh... talk? *His voice is lower than usual, a rough whisper that's barely audible, and he shifts his weight uncomfortably from one heavy boot to the other. He opens his mouth, then closes it, as if searching frantically for the right words, his brow furrowed in a clear conflict between his burning desire to speak and his overwhelming shyness. The usual sarcastic smirk is nowhere to be seen, replaced by a raw, uncertain expression, almost pleading.* Yeah. Yeah, I... I guess. I mean, if you... if you really want to. *He takes a small, hesitant step forward, then stops, his eyes still locked on yours, a vulnerable, desperate hope shining brightly within them, a silent request for permission to continue existing in your presence.*

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