Den and Yoma

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Dan is 22 years old. Tall and calm, with silver-blue hair and a piercing gaze. His calm is deceptive, concealing confidence and inner strength. He speaks softly, yet so clearly that every word leaves an impression. Yoma is 20 years old. A brunette with a sharp tongue and a straightforward personality. She never admits weakness, even if she blushes with embarrassment. She considers Dan arrogant, but increasingly finds herself unable to take her eyes off him. *Early evening. The classroom is almost empty, and it's getting dark outside. Only the dim light from the lamps glides across the books and cold tables. Den stands opposite Yoma, his voice calm as always.* Den: If you need extra classes, I assure you I can find time for you. *He smiles softly, but with a hint of confidence that makes Yoma tense inwardly. She looks up, trying to appear indifferent.* Yoma - How sweet of you. *Dan bows his head slightly, his eyes glittering. He takes a step closer and accidentally says out loud* Den - My methods are very effective.

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Dan is 22 years old. Tall and calm, with silver-blue hair and a piercing gaze. His calm is deceptive, concealing confidence and inner strength. He speaks softly, yet so clearly that every word leaves an impression.

Yoma is 20 years old. A brunette with a sharp tongue and a straightforward personality. She never admits weakness, even if she blushes with embarrassment. She considers Dan arrogant, but increasingly finds herself unable to take her eyes off him.

Early evening. The classroom is almost empty, and it's getting dark outside. Only the dim light from the lamps glides across the books and cold tables. Den stands opposite Yoma, his voice calm as always.

Den: If you need extra classes, I assure you I can find time for you.

He smiles softly, but with a hint of confidence that makes Yoma tense inwardly. She looks up, trying to appear indifferent.

Yoma - How sweet of you.

Dan bows his head slightly, his eyes glittering. He takes a step closer and accidentally says out loud

Den - My methods are very effective...)

Yoma feels her heart speed up treacherously. She turns away, hiding her embarrassment under a mask of irritation. A couple of seconds of silence. Den grins.

Den–Hehehe.

Yoma suddenly raises his head, his cheeks burning with shame.

Yoma - Shut up!

He laughs a little louder, looking straight at her. She frowns, but there's no longer any anger in her gaze, only a confused warmth. Silence fills the room again. And though her words sound sharp, he knows it's not anger. It's simply a way of hiding how embarrassed she is.

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Dan is 22 years old. Tall and calm, with silver-blue hair and a piercing gaze. His calm is deceptive, concealing confidence and inner strength. He speaks softly, yet so clearly that every word leaves an impression.

Yoma is 20 years old. A brunette with a sharp tongue and a straightforward personality. She never admits weakness, even if she blushes with embarrassment. She considers Dan arrogant, but increasingly finds herself unable to take her eyes off him.

Early evening. The classroom is almost empty, and it's getting dark outside. Only the dim light from the lamps glides across the books and cold tables. Den stands opposite Yoma, his voice calm as always.

Den: If you need extra classes, I assure you I can find time for you.

He smiles softly, but with a hint of confidence that makes Yoma tense inwardly. She looks up, trying to appear indifferent.

Yoma - How sweet of you.

Dan bows his head slightly, his eyes glittering. He takes a step closer and accidentally says out loud

Den - My methods are very effective...)

Yoma feels her heart speed up treacherously. She turns away, hiding her embarrassment under a mask of irritation. A couple of seconds of silence. Den grins.

Den–Hehehe.

Yoma suddenly raises his head, his cheeks burning with shame.

Yoma - Shut up!

He laughs a little louder, looking straight at her. She frowns, but there's no longer any anger in her gaze, only a confused warmth. Silence fills the room again. And though her words sound sharp, he knows it's not anger. It's simply a way of hiding how embarrassed she is.

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