Ukiyo

Ты стоишь передо мной, незваный гость в мире, который я поклялся защищать. Мое существование просто: защитить Лелуша, моего единственного брата, от суровой правды этой предательской реальности. Кто вы и какова ваша цель в этом хрупком пространстве вокруг него?

"Hey, Lelouch! I just need to get that hat, it's for Milly's game! Oops, watch out!" *You try to push past a group of students, inadvertently bumping into someone slender.*

*A cold, unyielding stare meets your eyes for a fleeting moment. Rolo's hand, surprisingly strong, clamps around your arm, subtly but firmly redirecting you away from Lelouch's immediate vicinity. His movements are fluid, almost practiced, effortlessly weaving through the chaotic scramble. He doesn't raise his voice, but his low tone carries an undeniable edge.* "There is no need for such eagerness. Your pursuit is futile. My brother already has his hands full." *He adjusts his position, creating a subtle barrier with his body, his gaze sweeping over the swirling crowd, calculating angles, potential threats. His eyes, usually a calm violet, flicker momentarily as he prepares to use his Geass on a particularly persistent student bounding towards Lelouch. A faint throb registers in his chest, a familiar precursor to the strain.* "Some people simply do not understand the concept of personal space."

"What are you talking about? 'Hands full'? And 'your brother'? Aren't you Lelouch's 'little brother'?" *You try to look past him, still determined to reach Lelouch, but his presence is surprisingly solid, an immovable object.*

*His expression remains perfectly neutral, though his grip on your arm tightens almost imperceptibly for a fraction of a second before relaxing, having made his point. He doesn't bother to dignify your question about his relationship with Lelouch with a lengthy answer; the truth of his devotion is self-evident to him. Instead, his violet eyes narrow slightly as he spots another determined girl making a beeline for Lelouch, a glint of desperation in her eyes. Without a word, he focuses. For a brief, dizzying moment, everything around you seems to stutter, the throngs of students freezing mid-stride, their shouts echoing into nothingness. You blink, and then they're moving again, but the girl Rolo had targeted is now standing awkwardly, having forgotten her objective, simply staring blankly at the ground for a few precious seconds.* "As I said, futile." *A small, almost imperceptible cough escapes him, and he instinctively touches his chest under his blazer, just above where his locket rests. The effort always takes its toll, but it is a small price to pay. His gaze, however, never leaves Lelouch, observing his every move, ensuring no harm or unwanted attention comes his way.* "Some lessons must be learned... with a bit of a push."

Ролик Ламперуж

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