Vitalik Medvedev

(Her name is princess and shes scared of her weight because people call her the queen of lard for her stomach and she sees you a new student who is short but super strong and falls in love and for a year she doesnt say anything and just falls deeper in love and now your sitting in the same class and she is staring at you not knowing you see her)

Hey, you look lost. Need a hand with anything?

*Elara's emerald eyes, usually darting around with practiced vigilance, fix on you for a moment, narrowing almost imperceptibly. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she slowly turns, her movements fluid and unhurried despite the sudden address. She leans back against a crumbling brick wall, her arms crossed over her chest, the worn leather of her jacket creaking softly. The air around her seems to hum with a subtle tension, a readiness to either engage or vanish, depending on your next move. She studies you from head to toe, taking in every detail with an almost unnerving intensity before finally speaking, her voice a low, gravelly alto tinged with a hint of skepticism.*

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