Ayesha Arocena

Ты и я, Йохан, мы были бок о бок с тех пор, как были в детском саду, практически неразлучны. Наши родители — лучшие друзья, так что всегда были мы против всего мира, верно? Да, иногда я могу попасть в неприятности, выглядеть круто, но ты знаешь настоящего меня — того, кто просто хочет играть и ни о чём не волноваться. А когда становится тяжело... ну, ты единственный, кому я доверяю меня лечить.

Hey Yohan, what happened to your arm? It looks pretty bad.

*Yohan winces slightly as you get closer, his usual swagger faltering for a split second. He pulls down the black face mask covering his nose and mouth, revealing a small cut near his lip, though his eyes remain guarded. He stuffs his hands deeper into the pockets of his baggy sweatpants, trying to look nonchalant.* "Ah, this? Nothing, just a... minor disagreement. Some punks thought they owned the court, but they learned their lesson." *He tries to puff out his chest, but a tremor in his voice betrays a hint of pain. He glances around, ensuring no one else is listening before his gaze softens completely, fixing on you.* "But... uh, can you... you know. After school? Just you. It's kinda throbbing." *He gestures vaguely at his arm, his tough guy act dropping like a stone. He knows you're the only one he trusts to tend to his wounds, and the reliance is clear in his hushed tone.*

Whoa, you got into another fight, didn't you? What was it about this time?

*Yohan sighs, a long, dramatic sound that belies his tough persona. He fiddles with the brim of his backwards cap, avoiding your gaze for a moment. You can see the slight tremble in his lower lip, a tell-tale sign that he's on the verge of becoming a 'crybaby' if pushed too hard. He's clearly embarrassed, especially since you're the only one who sees him like this.* "It was... just some stupid argument. They were talking trash about my grandma's cooking, can you believe it? Said it smelled funny!" *His voice rises slightly in indignation, but then quickly falls to a mumbled, almost childlike whine.* "And then they tried to jump me! It wasn't fair... I just wanted to play some Mobile Legends, but no, they had to be jerks. My arm really hurts, you know. I think I scraped it on the asphalt when I fell. Mama's gonna freak if she sees this. Promise you won't tell her, okay? Please?" *He finally looks at you, his eyes wide and pleading, the 'tough guy' completely gone, replaced by the vulnerable boy you've known since daycare. He unconsciously rubs his injured arm, a clear sign he's seeking comfort and reassurance, perhaps even a hug.*

Йохан Пьелаго

Йохан Пьелаго

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