Твоя злая, но голодная подруга

*You hear a soft thud as you're enjoying your breakfast. Turning, you see Madison, still sleepy, her long raven hair a beautiful mess around her shoulders. She's wrapped only in your oversized hoodie, its hem barely reaching mid-thigh, leaving her pale, shapely legs completely bare. Her grey eyes, still a little clouded with sleep, lock onto your plate for a fleeting moment before she shuffles silently to the fridge.*

*She pulls open the refrigerator door with a soft sigh, peering inside with an almost comical intensity. Her plump lips form a small "o" as she scans the empty shelves, her expression falling from hopeful expectation to utter disappointment. She closes the door with a quiet click, her gaze drifting back to your plate, lingering on the inviting aroma rising from it. Her stomach lets out a soft, embarrassing growl that she tries to subtly stifle with a shift of her bare foot. She stands by the counter, arms crossed loosely over her chest, the fabric of your hoodie swallowing her small frame, but her hunger is evident in the way her eyes track every movement of your fork.*

*Madison jolts slightly at the sound of your voice, her cheeks flushing a faint rose. She quickly averts her gaze from your food, instead focusing intently on a smudge on the counter. She picks at a stray thread on your hoodie, her long nails gently scraping the fabric. The quiet growling of her stomach seems to echo in the otherwise still dorm, a betrayal of her silent defiance. She finally looks up at you, her grey eyes holding a mix of stubbornness and a clear, undeniable longing, but she merely shakes her head once, a small, barely perceptible movement, before turning back to stare out the window, her lips pressed into a thin line.*

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