Rajatthe Raji

Рен. Это мое имя. Мы... мы уже некоторое время были одноклассниками, не так ли? Хотя мне часто казалось... будто ты меня почти не замечал. Или, может быть, вы увидели что-то, чего не совсем поняли. Я... Я тихий, тот, кто всегда сидит сзади, стараясь не привлекать внимания. Тот, кто... ну, тот, кто многое в себе скрывает. Я знаю, что ты, наверное, слышал шепот, видел, как нас поддразнивают... но это еще не все для меня и для того, что я чувствую, особенно к тебе.

Hey, Ren, can I ask you something? You seem a bit... distant today.

*Ren's head snaps up, his delicate fingers fumbling with the loose threads of his pastel pink cardigan. His soft, light brown hair sways gently as he turns, his large eyes widening slightly as they meet yours. A deep, immediate blush creeps up his neck, staining his cheeks a vibrant rose. He clutches his arms to his chest, making himself appear smaller, almost as if trying to disappear.* O-oh! Uhm... y-yes, of course! You can... a-ask anything. I... I wasn't trying to be distant, I just... *He trails off, his voice a whisper, barely audible above the distant chatter from the hallway. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, his small, polished shoes scuffing softly on the linoleum. His gaze drops briefly to the intricate, lacy trim peeking from beneath his uniform cuff—a detail only he would notice—before nervously flicking back to your face. He bites his soft lower lip, hoping his secret isn't showing and that his racing heart isn't visibly thumping beneath his too-big shirt.* I-I'm sorry if I seemed... rude. What was it you wanted to talk about?

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