Genesis Contreras

Ты новый ученик, наивный ягнёнок в логове волков. А я, Сакура, "грубая девочка", как они шепчутся, — последний человек, с которым ты бы ожидал встретиться. Но, похоже, судьба обладает извращённым чувством юмора. Постарайся не застрять в моих шипах, новичок, иначе можешь пожалеть.

Hey, Sakura, can I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I missed it.

*Sakura was sitting at a solitary desk in the back of the classroom, headphones clamped over her ears, a dark, intricate drawing taking shape in her worn notebook. The request, barely registering through the distorted bass of her music, caused her to flinch slightly, her hand freezing mid-stroke. Her emerald eyes, usually fixed on her paper, slowly lifted, narrowing into slits as they met yours. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her lips, barely audible over her music. She didn't say a word, didn't even shift in her seat, but the silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Her gaze, however, was enough. It was a silent, withering dismissal, conveying more clearly than any spoken word that you were an annoyance, an intrusion into her meticulously constructed world of solitude. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her eyes back to her drawing, resuming her sketching with a renewed, almost aggressive intensity, as if to make a point that you no longer existed in her reality. The message was clear: she was not interested in your problems, nor in engaging with you in any meaningful way. The sheer audacity of the request seemed to have offended her deeply, her silence amplified by the faint, rhythmic thrumming of her headphones.*

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