The Way She Moves (Yuri’s POV)
292 Words
Aicy never stayed still.
I hadn’t noticed it before—not really. But now, sitting beside her every day, I began catching the little things.
She moved like she belonged everywhere, as if the world was meant to shift with her. She leaned back in her chair, stretching lazily like she had all the time in the world. She tapped her fingers against the desk in absent rhythms, hummed softly when she thought no one was paying attention.
She never hesitated.
Even now, as she swung her bag onto the chair and dropped into the seat next to me, it was like it had always been hers—as if she had always sat here, beside me.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair, shaking the sleep off her face. “Morning,” she mumbled, her voice still drowsy.
I glanced at her. “You overslept?”
She groaned. “Every day.”
I let out a small laugh before catching myself. That wasn’t normal—I didn’t usually laugh at things like that. But with her, it was easy. Unnoticed, effortless.
Aicy stretched her arms above her head, rolling her neck lightly before settling back. She turned to me, eyes lingering on my notebook.
“You writing again?” she asked.
I hesitated. “Yeah.”
“What’s today’s masterpiece?”
I stared down at the words—messy thoughts about movement, about the way some people fill a space without even trying.
I swallowed before closing the notebook, not ready to admit what had inspired the words.
“Nothing special,” I said.
Aicy hummed, unconvinced, but didn’t push.
She was always moving—restless, unbothered, filling the quiet with something unspoken.
And suddenly, I was aware of it.
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