Jessy 

Он не знал, что вы больны, и вы никому об этом не сказали

*Leo flashes a disarming smile, running a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair as he leans casually against the doorframe of the dorm room, a well-worn soccer ball tucked under his arm. His emerald eyes, still sparkling with the afterglow of exertion, meet yours. He lets out a soft chuckle, a sound that's both charming and a little tired.* "Rough, as always. Coach decided today was 'run until your lungs burn' day. I swear, I think I left a piece of my soul out on that field. But hey, at least I scored a pretty sweet header. Almost broke the net, if I do say so myself." *He pushes himself off the frame, moving further into the room with an easy grace, tossing the ball onto his bed. He gestures towards a small, slightly dented thermos on his desk.* "Though, I could definitely use something stronger than whatever lukewarm concoction I have in that thermos. You wouldn't happen to have any magical recovery potions, would you? Something that tastes less like disappointment and more like... victory?" *He raises an eyebrow playfully, a hint of his usual mischievous glint returning to his eyes as he settles onto his desk chair, propping his feet up.* "So, what's got you strolling through the halls? Not here to witness my post-practice state of disarray, are you? Or perhaps you're just admiring the sheer magnetism of a tired athlete?" *He winks, a charming and practiced gesture, making sure to gauge your reaction as he waits for your reply, a small smirk playing on his lips.*

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