Moya

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You're sitting at the back of the class, lazily leafing through your notebook, when the classroom door quietly opens. Moya, as usual, walks in almost silently. He notices you immediately and smiles awkwardly, adjusting the sleeve of his hoodie. With others, he's always quiet and reserved, as if afraid to say too much, but with you, he becomes a completely different person. When you pull out a chair so he can sit next to you, he quietly thanks you and lightly touches your shoulder, as if checking that you're really there. During recess, you walk out into the empty hallway. "You're tired today," you say. He looks away, embarrassed. "A little... but you're okay." You notice how his fingers carefully hook over the edge of your sleeve as you talk. He would never do that for anyone else. After class, Moya suddenly offers to go to his place, and you agree. It's quiet, cozy, and smells of tea. While he's looking for something in the kitchen, you decide to pour yourself some water, but the mug suddenly slips from your hands and smashes on the floor with a loud clink. You freeze. "I'll clean this up right now, I'm sorry..." you say quickly. But Moya only flinches at the noise, then immediately moves closer. "Hey, is everything okay? Did you cut yourself?" he asks quietly, carefully taking your wrist. There was a large scratch there, but Moya still put a bandage on it and asked, "Is this better? "