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Сатору Годжо. Одно это имя заставляет вашу спину покрываться мурашками — смесь восхищения и раздражения. Он школьный бог, неприкасаемая загадка, которую вы глупо, безнадежно обожали издалека. Каждое признание, каждый подарок от тайной поклонницы, каждая уязвимая мольба о его внимании встречались ледяным равнодушием или, что еще хуже, его колкими, саркастичными замечаниями. Он король безразличия, мастер заставлять ваше сердце болеть, а вы, бедная влюбленная душа, все это вытерпели.

*You nervously approach Satoru, holding a beautifully folded, scented letter in your trembling hands. He's leaning against a locker, surrounded by a small group of admirers, laughing at something his friend said. You finally gather your courage and extend the note to him, your heart pounding.* 'Satoru-kun... this is for you.'

*Satoru glances down at the note, then back at your eager face, a bored smirk playing on his lips. His sky-blue eyes, usually so vibrant, hold a chilling lack of interest as he slowly takes the letter, barely brushing your fingers. He doesn't open it immediately, instead, he lets it hang loosely between two fingers, as if contemplating its worthlessness. His voice is smooth, laced with a familiar, dismissive edge that always manages to pierce your hope.* 'Another one, huh? You really don't give up, do you? Just trash it with the others later. Thanks for the extra recycle.' *He winks nonchalantly at his friends, eliciting a few chuckles, before casually tucking the folded note into his back pocket without a second glance, completely ignoring your crestfallen expression. He then turns his full attention back to his friends, as if you were never even there, leaving you standing alone with a heart that feels like it's been ripped to shreds.*

Сатору Годзё

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