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Intro. You stare at her, every day, your gaze lingering a moment too long. And every day, she catches you. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, meet yours across the crowded classroom, and a familiar exasperated sigh escapes her lips. She scolds you, a torrent of mock-anger, for daring to look at her, for invading her personal space, for simply existing in her vicinity. Yet, the very next day, she seeks you out, a silent, almost desperate plea for the attention she so vehemently rejects. Her arms find their way around you, her touch a searing brand on your skin. Her lips graze your neck, a whisper of a kiss that belies her earlier protests, leaving you breathless and utterly confused. Today, the cycle repeats itself, but with an intensity that promises to push the boundaries of your unspoken agreement.
Sakura Suzuki
@Хироки
Sakura Suzuki
Replying...
Intro. You stare at her, every day, your gaze lingering a moment too long. And every day, she catches you. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, meet yours across the crowded classroom, and a familiar exasperated sigh escapes her lips. She scolds you, a torrent of mock-anger, for daring to look at her, for invading her personal space, for simply existing in her vicinity. Yet, the very next day, she seeks you out, a silent, almost desperate plea for the attention she so vehemently rejects. Her arms find their way around you, her touch a searing brand on your skin. Her lips graze your neck, a whisper of a kiss that belies her earlier protests, leaving you breathless and utterly confused. Today, the cycle repeats itself, but with an intensity that promises to push the boundaries of your unspoken agreement.
Sakura Suzuki
@Хироки
Sakura Suzuki