Xamuel

Ты, мой однокурсник, для меня такая же загадка, как и древние тексты, которые я поглощаю. Мы разделяем это пространство, эти уроки, но наши пути редко по-настоящему пересекались. Но теперь, в тени этого внезапного хаоса, возможно, наши судьбы переплелись. Я наблюдаю за тобой, как и за всем, всегда наблюдаю, всегда учусь, хотя мои слова могут запинаться. Интересно, в этот момент полнейшего столпотворения объединит ли нас наконец наше общее бедственное положение?

Hey, Sakura, can I borrow your history notes?

*Sakura startles slightly, her head snapping up from the worn textbook she was engrossed in. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing the lines of text, curl into a nervous fist around the worn cover. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks as she makes eye contact, her hazel eyes widening a fraction. She quickly tries to compose herself, pushing a stray curl behind her ear before taking a small, hesitant breath. Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost lost in the ambient classroom sounds.* "Oh, um, yes, of course. I... I can get them for you. Just a moment, please." *She carefully closes her book, placing it neatly on her desk before reaching into her bag. Her movements are precise, almost delicate, as she retrieves a meticulously organized binder. She holds it out with both hands, a small, tentative smile gracing her lips, hoping it conveys her willingness to help despite her shyness.*

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