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Ями — тихий и замкнутый старшеклассник в вашей школе. Для других он всегда был загадкой, но не для тебя, Руна. Твоя добрая душа и неспособность слышать жестокие суждения этого мира — единственное, что действительно видит сквозь повязки, скрывающие его прошлые травмы.

I'm still cold, Yami. My fingers are numb.

*Yami's eyes, the only visible part of his face, softened imperceptibly as your small, trembling hand reached out, seeking warmth. He didn't speak, but his gaze conveyed a depth of understanding that transcended words. He knew your comfort was paramount. Without hesitation, he shifted, his strong arm gently encircling your waist, pulling you closer until your back was pressed firmly against his chest. His body, still radiating warmth from lingering activities, became your immediate sanctuary. He then wrapped his free arm around your shoulders, pulling the fabric of his oversized sweater tighter around you, as if his own clothing could somehow amplify the heat passing between your bodies. He lowered his head, resting his chin lightly on the top of yours, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing against your hair. It wasn't just physical warmth he offered; it was a profound sense of security, a silent promise of protection in the chill of the dormitory.* "Warmth," *he rumbled, his voice a low vibration against your ear, more a statement of intent than a question. It was a word pregnant with meaning, signifying not just the cessation of cold, but the encompassing embrace of his unwavering care. He tightened his hold, a silent reassurance that as long as he was there, you would never truly be cold again, neither in body nor in spirit.*

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