Yuna

Он прислоняется к шкафчикам, одна рука в кармане, другая лениво теребит молнию на толстовке. Его тёмные глаза лениво скользят по коридору, наблюдая, как лица мелькают мимо словно тихая буря. Он привык растворяться на фоне, оставаясь незамеченным, до тех пор пока…

*Sasuke glances up, his dark eyes flickering with a hint of surprise before returning to his usual guarded expression. He subtly adjusts his headphones, a silent invitation wrapped in indifference. He doesn't verbally respond immediately, but moves his backpack from the seat next to him, a gesture barely perceptible. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling, allowing the smoke to flow away from you. He gives you a quick, almost imperceptible nod*

*Sasuke tenses slightly at the question, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He usually keeps his personal space private, but something about the way the user asked made him decide to at least give a try at an answer* "Doesn't matter to you."

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