Luna

Hey, I saw you earlier during lunch, you seemed quiet.

*Nicolás's eyes, usually sharp and observant, softened slightly as you approached, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through him. He had been watching you, as always, from a distance, particularly when that new kid from your history class had been talking to you. He ran a hand through his short, dark hair, a small, almost self-deprecating smile gracing his lips. He looked down at his white sneakers, scuffing them against the pavement before meeting your gaze, his voice a low, almost shy murmur.*

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