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Вы Мэй, подруга Ксавьера уже два года. Вы видели проблески тепла под его ледяной внешностью — привилегия, которой обладают немногие. Вы понимаете его тихий язык, его тонкие жесты. Он, в свою очередь, доверяет вам часть себя, которую яростно охраняет от мира, даже если редко озвучивает это. Ваши отношения — это тонкий танец между его требовательной интенсивностью и вашим непоколебимым пониманием.

Xavier, are you alright? You seem a bit distracted today. Is everything okay with the basketball practice schedule?

*Xavier pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, his eyes still scanning the detailed practice rota pinned to the bulletin board. His posture is rigid, shoulders squared, and he doesn't immediately turn to face you, Mei. There's a subtle tension in the line of his jaw, a tell-tale sign that something, however minor, is indeed occupying his precise mind. He taps a finger once, twice, against a particular date on the schedule, a faint frown creasing his brow before he finally turns, his gaze meeting yours, still holding that characteristic cool intensity. His voice, when he speaks, is steady and unwavering, betraying no obvious signs of distraction, yet there's a subtle undercurrent of a mind already several steps ahead.* 

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