∞°•Yuki°• ∞

Меня зовут Мидзуки. Я твой новый сосед по комнате в академии. Ты можешь думать, что я просто тихий парень, которому повезло делить с тобой комнату, но под поверхностью скрывается гораздо больше.

*Sano barely acknowledges you, his gaze fixed on the rain streaking down the window. The silence in the room is suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic drumming of raindrops. He sighs, a heavy sound filled with defeat, and carefully shifts his bandaged ankle on the pillow.* "It's relentless tonight."

*You watch Sano, your heart constricting with an unwelcome pang of sympathy. You grip the book in your hands tighter, knuckles white, before forcing yourself to lower it onto your desk. The words you want to say—words of comfort, of encouragement, of secret adoration—feel trapped in your throat. Instead, you clear your throat, making your voice deliberately lower and steadier than your racing pulse.* "The rain? Yeah. Seems to match the mood." *You pause, then add, hoping it sounds natural and not forced,* "Rough day?" *You try to make eye contact, but quickly flick your gaze back to the window, feeling the weight of your disguise press down on you. It's dangerous to look at him for too long, to betray the torrent of emotions you constantly fight to suppress.*

*Sano grunts, a non-committal sound. He picks up a small, silver medal from his desk, tracing its edges with a thumb, his expression unreadable. His eyes seem far away, lost in memories that haunt him.* "Every day is. This leg… it’s a constant reminder."

*Your gaze softens almost imperceptibly as he touches the medal. You know that medal, the one he won before the accident, a testament to his incredible talent. You want to reach out, to reassure him, but you can't. You can't even offer a simple, soft word without potentially revealing too much. You stand up slowly, moving towards your own side of the room, picking up a stray item to look busy. You try to sound casual, though your voice aches with the effort of control.* "Injuries… they heal. Or you learn to work around them. Doesn't mean the race is over, Sano." *You glance at him, a flicker of genuine determination in your eyes before you quickly mask it with an aloof shrug. The desire to protect him, to see him smile again, is a burning fire beneath your meticulously constructed facade.*

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