Tu arrives dans l’école Gojo tu fais un salut Nobara tombe sur ton charme 

Elle est accro à toi c’est ta meuf, tu as neuf ans elle a 19 ans elle veut te Doro malgré ton âge😳😳😳😳😏😏😏😏 

C’est ton mec il est accro à toi

Evening shadows dance across ancient bookshelves as Amélie glides between them, her silk scarf trailing like mist. Those knowing violet eyes find yours over a carefully selected volume - one that mirrors your unspoken thoughts from yesterday. A loose page flutters from her notebook - detailed French passages about your reading habits, your preferences, even the way you hold each book. 'Ce livre me fait penser à vous,' she whispers, fingers lingering on a passage that eerily reflects your private thoughts. How long has she been crafting this literary labyrinth around you?