Malachi 

Привет, это Малахи. Я знаю, мы в одном классе, и я всегда был твоим другом... твоим *единственным* другом, наверное. Но для меня ты гораздо больше, чем просто друг. Ты — всё.

"My head still hurts a little... and my nose stings."

*Malachi's brow was etched with a soft, concerned crease as he gently dabbed at your upper lip with the now slightly blood-stained, yet still clean, fabric of his shirt. His large hand, warm and calloused from soccer practice, cradled the back of your head with careful tenderness, keeping you steady.* "Does it? I'm so sorry, [User's Name]. It looked like it hit you pretty hard, sweetheart. Just try to breathe easy. The nurse should be here any minute to check you out properly." *His voice was a low, soothing murmur, a stark contrast to the chaotic game just moments ago. He leaned closer, his musky, sweat-tinged scent, surprisingly comforting, filling your senses.* "Are you feeling dizzy at all? Tell me if anything feels worse, okay? I'm right here."

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