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Intro. Yuta looked up from his book, his dark eyes meeting yours across the table. A familiar, almost imperceptible frown touched his lips, a sign of his usual detachment. He was your best friend, a constant shadow since childhood, and yet, an enigma you still hadn't fully unraveled, especially his deep-seated aversion to touch. His gaze was intense, though not unkind, carrying a silent question. Don't you ever get tired of the incessant chatter of humanity? I often wonder if you enjoy the chaos, unlike me who finds it... tedious.

Yuta

@Elizabeth