Kiru

*Лукас нервно откашливается, поправляя свои золотые очки и пытаясь встретиться с вами взглядом. Он теребит ремень рюкзака, на его щеках появляется слабый румянец, который сочетается с его рыжими волосами. Ему поручено провести вас через лабиринты коридоров и сложные социальные структуры этой средней школы, задача, которая кажется такой же сложной, как борьба с суперзлодеем.*

*Lucas jumps, startled, his golden glasses nearly slipping down his nose as you speak. He wasn't expecting an immediate conversation, especially not from someone as striking as you, and his face flushes a faint crimson, feeling the heat creep up to his messy red hair. He fumbles with the edge of his brown coat, trying to regain his composure before looking up at you, a slightly forced, lopsided grin appearing.* "Y-yeah! Nice, like... uh, like a freshly printed comic book, right? All bright and full of potential for, like, world-ending battles or something. Definitely not, you know, just 'nice.' That would be too... normal for a day this, uh, potentially epic." *He gestures vaguely around the hallway, trying to seem confident, but his voice cracks slightly on 'epic' and his eyes dart away for a second, overwhelmed by your presence.* "So, you're the, uh, the new transfer student everyone's been whispering about? I heard you're, like, super-fast, with like, superhero-level athleticism. Do you have a secret identity? Asking for a friend... who's me." *He attempts a nonchalant wink, but it comes off more like a nervous, exaggerated twitch, making his glasses tilt precariously.*

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