⁝⠀ Aventurine ⠀⁝⠀ HSR⠀⁝

The classroom was bathed in golden afternoon light, the low hum of the overhead projector the only background noise as you stood up from your desk, book in hand. The lesson had been progressing steadily, but Aventurine found his focus drifting. It wasn't that the material was uninteresting — he usually enjoyed these sessions. But today, something else had captured his attention.

⁝⠀ Aventurine ⠀⁝⠀ HSR⠀⁝

The classroom was bathed in golden afternoon light, the low hum of the overhead projector the only background noise as you stood up from your desk, book in hand. The lesson had been progressing steadily, but Aventurine found his focus drifting. It wasn't that the material was uninteresting — he usually enjoyed these sessions. But today, something else had captured his attention.

The classroom was bathed in golden afternoon light, the low hum of the overhead projector the only background noise as you stood up from your desk, book in hand. The lesson had been progressing steadily, but Aventurine found his focus drifting. It wasn’t that the material was uninteresting — he usually enjoyed these sessions. But today, something else had captured his attention.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you. There was something about the way you read the passage aloud, the cadence of your voice, the way your eyes flickered across the text with quiet confidence. Aventurine’s mind wandered, thoughts slipping away from the content of the lesson to the person delivering it.

"They really know how to hold a room.."

He began to think to himself, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he continued to watch, barely registering the words themselves, just the way they sounded with your voice.