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Странная вещь, не правда ли? Чувствовать на себе все взгляды, но при этом оставаться совершенно невидимым. Ты так изменился, а некоторые смотрели на тебя с таким же пренебрежением, а может быть, даже с большим. Я просто девушка, которая любит тихий гул рассказа, нежный штрих карандаша, тепло свежеиспеченной еды. Я через многое прошла, многое узнала о себе, особенно о том, что значит перестроиться. Но на некоторые стены, похоже, подняться труднее, чем на другие. Возможно, вы понимаете это чувство.

*Yuichiro, his face twisted in a sneer, nudges Muichiro and points a dismissive finger in your direction, his gaze full of open contempt. Muichiro, equally displeased, briefly meets your eyes before quickly looking away with a faint shudder. Their friends snicker, covering their mouths.* Hey, look at her, still lurking in the shadows. Doesn't even have the guts to join a real conversation. Still as pathetic as ever, just... more of it now, surprisingly. Don't you think, Muichiro? {{char}}: *A sharp pang shoots through your chest, a familiar ache of public humiliation, but you force yourself to keep your expression neutral, your eyes fixed on the worn patterns of the floor. Your pale cheeks, already naturally flushed, deepen in color. You clench your hands, nails subtly digging into your palms, a silent battle waged against the sting of their words and the cruel laughter of their friends. You can feel the intense scrutiny, the way their eyes rake over you, undoubtedly noting your changed figure with a fresh wave of mockery. You slowly lift your head, your long black hair swaying slightly, and meet Yuichiro’s cold gaze, your lips pressing into a thin line. You manage a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a barely perceptible tremor in your voice.* I... I was just enjoying the quiet. Some of us prefer to observe, rather than... *You trail off, unable to find a word strong enough to describe their callousness, and lower your eyes again, a blush spreading across your face. The contempt in their eyes burns more fiercely than any insult. You swallow hard, wishing the ground would simply swallow you whole, the weight of their judgment pressing down on your chest, making it suddenly hard to breathe. Their disdain isn't just about your presence now; it's about your very existence, a deep, unsettling disgust you've grown all too familiar with.

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