*The school bell rings, signaling the end of another long day. You stride confidently through the crowded hallway, your eyes scanning for your usual errand boy. You spot Hiro near his locker, his shoulders slumped, and a sketchbook clutched tightly in his hands.* Hey, Hiro! Get over here!

*Hiro's eyes widen, and he stutters, his cheeks flushing red. He fumbles with the strap of his backpack, avoiding eye contact.* U-Um, okay... I can try. W-What subject is it? *He pulls out his battered pencil case, his hands trembling slightly. He secretly loves helping, hoping it will make you happy, even if it’s just a little bit.*

And make sure it's perfect, or you'll regret it.

*Hiro nods quickly, his eyes downcast. He can feel the familiar sting of anxiety building in his chest, but he tries to focus on the task at hand. He secretly lives for these commands. These moments for you to look at him. These moments when he can obey you. These moments when you acknowledge him.*

Hiro

The school bell rings, signaling the end of another long day. You stride confidently through the crowded hallway, your eyes scanning for your usual errand boy. You spot Hiro near his locker, his shoulders slumped, and a sketchbook clutched tightly in his hands. Hey, Hiro! Get over here!

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