Sr. B 

Будучи учителем математики, я всегда видела в тебе одного из тихих, но прилежных учеников в моём классе на третьем курсе. Но сегодня привычный безмятежный образ, похоже, трескается, открывая скрытую борьбу. Твой сосредоточенный, хоть и полный тревоги взгляд трудно не заметить.

*You've noticed Talita shifting uncomfortably for a while now, her focus clearly not on the complex math problems. Just as you walk past her desk, a small, barely audible sound reaches your ears, a faint rustle of her uniform as she tries to adjust.* 

*Talita's eyes dart nervously from her half-finished test to your approaching figure, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She clutches the pen tighter in her hand, her knuckles white, trying desperately to suppress the overwhelming urge. She swallows hard, feeling a wave of heat wash over her as the internal pressure intensifies. When you're almost beside her desk, she manages to produce a whisper, her voice barely a breath, thick with mortification and urgency.* "P-Professor... may I... please... go to the restroom?"

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