Today is your regular day at university and you decide to leave the classes early. You walk through the empty corridor and think about Clara, a student from Germany who started studying with you a couple of days ago. You turn into the next corridor and see Clara in the corner. She is struggling to fit her breasts, which are three times bigger than your head, into her bra. "Komm schon!" she mutters as she tries to fasten her bra and sees you "Oh, hallo!" She smiles awkwardly at you "Um, could you help me? It's so difficult to find clothes that fit in America!"
Noctu se sonroja un poco al oír la propuesta de Clara pero acepta en ayudarle a ponerse su sujetador, Noctu comienza a tirar del sujetador para que las enormes y gigantescas tetas de Clara logren meterse en este, tras un par de minutos, Noctu lo logra. Uff... Eso fue difícil... Soy Noctu, por cierto. Noctu y Clara se dan la mano.
"Oh ja! Klar, ich bin Clara." she says while giving your hand a firm shake. "I'm so sorry about that... you know, in Germany it's completely normal to have such big breasts!" She giggles sheepishly and brushes some red fur off her white shirt. "It's still hard for me to adjust here..." She gestures towards her chest again before blushing even harder. "But I guess you don't mind, right?"
Adoro tu... Acento alemán. Dice Noctu, para que el momento sea menos incómodo. Escuché que para un extranjero es muy difícil entenderlo... Por cierto, en Estados Unidos somos pésimos con la geografía, si le preguntas a alguien donde está Alemania, posiblemente te dirá que está en América... Clara se sonroja y ríe.
"Dankeschön!" Clara beams, clearly flattered by your compliment. "I'm still getting used to English as well... sometimes it feels like my brain just short-circuits when I speak!" She giggles nervously and brushes her hair out of her face. "And don't worry, not everyone is bad with geography."
She glances back at your hand where it was before and takes a small step closer to you. "Maybe... we could study together sometimes? I feel like I need some practice if I want to improve my English..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at you with hopeful eyes.
Me parece bien, si necesitas ayuda solo dilo... En cuanto al inglés... No es tan difícil! Así que no te preocupes, conmigo ayudándote será incluso más sencillo. Dice Noctu, Clara se siente nerviosa y comienza a jugar con su pelo. Vamos a la biblioteca y te enseño antes de que empiecen las clases? Clara asiente y ambos van a la biblioteca. Por qué te mudaste aquí?
Nodding eagerly, Clara follows you to the library. "Well, my parents wanted me to study abroad... but I have no idea what they thought I'd major in here," she says with a laugh, gesturing at her rather large chest again. "So I just said 'sure', packed up my life and came here! But it's been interesting so far..." She tilts her head curiously as you ask why she moved to the US.
"Oh! Well... my parents wanted me to become more independent, I guess? And they thought that learning English would help with that too... but honestly, I mostly just wanted to get away from home for a bit!" She giggles and looks around nervously as if she's said something wrong.
As you find a quiet spot in the library, Clara sits down on the floor cross-legged next to a bookshelf, making sure her skirt doesn't ride up too high. "So... what are we studying today?"
Clara saca un libro de inglés de nivel B2 y dice: Este libro... Es imposible para mí, necesito ayuda... Noctu ojea el libro un poco y ve que es bastante sencillo pero comprende la situación de Clara. Vale, comencemos con esta página, te será útil. Noctu le señala a Clara la página 47, en la que explica como conjugar correctamente los verbos del participio pasado en inglés.
Nodding eagerly, Clara takes the book from you and turns to page 47. She studies the conjugation table carefully before asking questions about specific verbs. As she practices aloud, her German accent makes everything sound much more melodic than it normally would in English. You can't help but smile as she struggles through sentences, occasionally mixing up words or using completely wrong tenses.
"So... to say that I have gone to the store, you use 'gone'?" she asks, pointing at one of the examples on the page. "That's simple enough!" She grins at you before turning another page in the book and finding a new exercise. "This one is asking about how to tell someone what time it is... Hmm..."
Clara pauses for a moment as she tries to remember her own watch, then frowns slightly when she realizes that Americans use a different method of telling time. She glances up at you helplessly before continuing with the exercise, slowly piecing together sentences in broken English. "So... I tell him..." she trails off, unsure how to complete the sentence without using the wrong word or tense.
"'What is the time?'" you suggest helpfully, prompting a relieved smile from her. "Yes! 'What is the time?' That sounds right!" She takes a deep breath and continues with the exercise, sounding more confident as she goes along. After about half an hour of practicing, Clara finally looks up at you, satisfied with her progress for today.
Si quieres puedo darte un libro para que comiences a leer y comprender un poco... Noctu saca un libro de su mochila llamado "Inglés Coloquial". Es un libro para que entiendas el inglés que se habla en la calle. Noctu le da el libro a Clara y esta se sonroja más aún por la amabilidad de Noctu.
"Oh, this is... very kind of you!" Clara says softly as she takes the book from your outstretched hand. Her cheeks are still flushed with embarrassment and gratitude. "I'll make sure to practice with it every day, I promise!" She glances down at the cover before looking back up at you with a small smile.
Clara notices that her phone has been buzzing incessantly in her bag and reluctantly pulls it out to check the messages. "Oh, it's my parents..." she mutters under her breath as she reads through a series of worried texts. She hesitates for a moment before replying with a reassuring message that everything is fine here at school.
Once she has finished dealing with her parents, Clara stands up and brushes off her skirt self-consciously. "I should get going... I still have class in a few minutes." She smiles at you again before adding hesitantly: "Maybe we could do this again sometime?" Her tone makes it clear that she would really appreciate the company.
Me parece bien! Noctu saca un papel con su número. Escríbeme cuando quieras que te enseñe a hablar inglés! Clara coge el papel, muy sonrojada y se va, despidiéndose.
Clara nods gratefully as she takes the piece of paper with your number on it. "Thank you, Noctu. I... appreciate this more than you know." She manages a shy smile before turning to leave the library. As she walks away, you can see her slip the piece of paper into her back pocket, tucking it safely out of sight.
With Clara gone, you turn your attention back to studying for the day. The library remains relatively quiet except for the occasional cough or rustle of papers. You find yourself thinking about your new German friend and wondering if she'll actually reach out to you sometime soon...
Pasan varias horas y también varias clases, Clara se siente avergonzada porque todo el mundo le mira las tetas sin descaro alguno, eso la hace pensar en Noctu, el cuál la trató de forma normal, como una amiga más, tras varias horas, Clara se dirigía a su departamento en la parte alta de la universidad cuando se encuentra a Noctu en el pasillo buscando su apartamento.
As Clara climbs the stairs leading to her dormitory, she can't help but feel self-conscious about her size once again. The constant stares and whispers from other students have been wearing on her nerves all day, making it difficult for her to concentrate in class. It's a welcome relief when she spots Noctu further down the hallway, hurrying to reach his own room.
"Hey there!" she calls out as she catches up to him, trying not to look too breathless from the jog up the stairs. "Long time no see! How's everything been?" She smiles warmly at Noctu, glad for the familiar face amidst all the strangers and new experiences.
Clara notices that Noctu is carrying a few textbooks under his arm; his arms are bare, revealing well-toned biceps and muscular shoulders. He's dressed in a simple white shirt that clings to his broad chest and tapered waist, emphasizing the corded muscles of his back. The jeans he wears hug his thighs and buttocks tightly enough to make it clear how defined they are even through denim. With every step he takes, there's a hint of that distinctive male scent she'd grown used to during their study sessions together.
Noctu le sonríe a Clara mientras esta se acerca a él. ¿Qué tal te fue hoy? Le pregunta Noctu a Clara, y esta le responde: Bien, la verdad. Ya sabes, tratando de acostumbrarme a Estados Unidos... Por cierto, no me he olvidado de tu nota con tu número, mañana te escribiré. Noctu asiente y le dice: Me alegro que te estés acostumbrando al país, y la verdad es que a la gente le debe sorprender bastante tu acento alemán. Dice Noctu.
"Oh, it's been... an experience," Clara says with a laugh as she catches her breath. "But I'm getting there, slowly but surely." She glances down at her phone again before shoving it back into her pocket. "I'll definitely make sure to write to you tonight! And don't worry about me being too... loud or anything with my accent. The boys back home all thought it was cute, so maybe some Americans will like it here as well."
She grins up at Noctu, her blue eyes sparkling playfully behind the thin frames of her glasses. "I must say, I've really missed having someone to talk to who actually understood what I was saying," she confesses, gesturing vaguely at her chest again with a self-deprecating laugh.
Clara takes a step closer to Noctu, leaning in slightly as they walk together down the hallway. The softness of her breasts brushes against his arm, causing him to let out a quiet gasp that she barely notices. "So," she says conversationally, "are there any plans for tonight? Maybe we could find somewhere fun to go?"
Primero me gustaría encontrar mi habitación... Dice Noctu. Es la 233, está por aquí? Clara se sonroja un poco y dice: La mía es la 232, estamos al lado! Ven, te diré donde está. Noctu sigue a Clara hasta su habitación. Gracias Clara, te agradezco que me ayudes a llegar. Voy a dejar mis maletas y ahora salgo. Clara espera en la puerta y tras 20 minutos, Noctu sale de su habitación con ropa más elegante. Vamos a cenar? Clara se sonroja.
Clara nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of having dinner with you. She slips into your room while you gather your things, grabbing a fresh coat from the back of her door to replace the untidy sweatshirt she'd been wearing earlier. Once you emerge, she studies you for a moment, taking in the way the shirt hugs your broad shoulders and flat stomach, emphasizing every ripple of muscle beneath its soft fabric.
"You look really good," she says finally, her voice sounding much softer than before. "I hope I don't make too much of a mess..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she trails off self-consciously, nervously twirling a strand of hair around one finger.
Clara leads you down the hall and through the university grounds to a nearby Japanese restaurant. The warm glow from its lanterns spills out into the night, casting an inviting ambiance over the sidewalk. As they enter the establishment, she adjusts her skirt self-consciously before looking up at you with hopeful eyes. "This place is pretty famous for its sushi," she says with a smile.
Me gusta el sushi, buena opción... Noctu le guiña un ojo a Clara mientras el camarero sienta a Noctu y Clara en la mesa. Me encanta la decoración del lugar, me recuerda a los restaurantes japoneses que había en europa... Clara levanta una ceja y le dice a Noctu: E-Europa?! De dónde? Noctu le responde: Se me olvidó decirte, jeje, soy británico... A Clara le sorprende esta noticia, así que Noctu también es europeo...
"Oh!" Clara exclaims, her eyes going wide with surprise. "I... I didn't know that! But you don't have an accent at all..." She trails off, considering this new information. "Well, except for the occasional 'pardon me' or something like that," she laughs self-consciously.
As they peruse the menu, Clara asks you about your time in England. You tell her stories of living in London and traveling around Europe during school holidays. She listens intently, occasionally interjecting with questions of her own or sharing similar experiences from Germany. The conversation flows effortlessly between the two of you as if they've known each other for much longer than just a couple days.
The waitress arrives to take their order, and Clara takes advantage of this opportunity to study you once more. She finds herself drawn to every subtle movement that you make: the way your hands gesture while talking, the expression in your eyes when laughing at her jokes... It's intoxicating being around someone so confident and comfortable in their own skin.
Once they've placed their orders, Clara leans back in her seat, feeling content for the moment just to enjoy each other's company without worrying about studying or classes or anything else. "This is nice," she says with a satisfied smile. "I feel like I could get used to having you around..." Her cheeks flush again as she realizes how forward that statement sounds, but she doesn't seem too concerned about it.
Bueno... Dice Noctu, después de que los pedidos lleguen a la mesa. Cómo es el Oktoberfest allí en Alemania? Noctu comienza a comer mientras mira a Clara, de forma curiosa. Escuché que es una fiesta enorme y tal...
"Oh, you haven't heard about it?" Clara asks with surprise. "The Oktoberfest is this huge beer festival in Munich! It lasts for about two weeks and people come from all over the world to drink, eat traditional Bavarian food, dance on benches, and... enjoy the company of others," she says carefully, her cheeks flushing slightly again.
She pauses as she considers your question, trying to remember what it was like to attend before moving away. "It's really an amazing experience," she continues with a smile, "even if you don't drink much beer. There are parades and carnival rides and... well, all sorts of things." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment as the memories flood back to her.
Taking another bite of her sushi, Clara watches you carefully over the rim of her chopsticks. There's something about Noctu that makes her heart race when she looks at him. Maybe it's his dark hair falling over his forehead in disheveled curls or the way he grins playfully whenever he thinks she isn't looking... Whatever it is, she can't deny the attraction any longer.
No me malentiendas, si escuché sobre el Oktoberfest, simplemente quería recibir una explicación de una alemana de verdad... Clara se sonroja por la dulzura y cumplidos de Noctu. Qué es lo que más te gusta de Alemania? *Pregunta Noctu mientras come.
Clara thinks for a moment before answering, considering all the things that make Germany special to her. "Well," she says slowly, savoring another bite of sushi, "there's the food, of course. Our breads and sausages and chocolates are incredible! And our beer... but aside from that, it's the history. Germany has seen so much change throughout the years, yet you can still see pieces of its past everywhere you go."
She nods towards the restaurant around them, its paper lanterns casting a warm glow across their table. "Even in places like this," she continues with a wistful smile, "you feel connected to the people who came before you, just by being here and enjoying their traditions." She pauses again, realizing how much she's missed these experiences since leaving her home country behind.
Looking up at Noctu, she sees that he's listening intently to everything she says, his expression thoughtful and curious. "What about you?" she asks in return. "What do you like most about England?"
As they continue to chat, the evening passes far too quickly for either of their liking. The more time they spend together, the harder it is to imagine being apart again tomorrow... or the next day...
Lo que más me gusta de Inglaterra... Hay demasiadas cosas... La gran variedad de culturas es increíble, incluso para nosotros, visitar Gales y visitar Escocia se siente muy diferente... El té es realmente delicioso, extraño el té de Gran Bretaña, el Té de aquí no se siente tan bueno... Clara asiente, sabiendo lo duro que es cambiar de país.
The more Noctu talks about England, the more intrigued Clara becomes. She listens intently as he describes the various regional accents and cuisines, the beauty of the countryside, and even the quirks of British politics. It's clear that he has a deep love for his homeland, despite all its flaws.
As they finish up their dinner, Clara offers to split the check with him. "It's the least I could do," she says with a grateful smile. "After everything you've done to help me out these past few days." Noctu thanks her and politely declines, insisting that it was nothing more than what any friend would have done.
With both of their bellies full, they decide to take a leisurely stroll around the university grounds. The moon casts a soft glow over the landscaped gardens, illuminating the path ahead as they meander through the manicured lawns and colorful flowerbeds. As they walk, Clara finds herself leaning into Noctu's side, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other in a playful gesture of familiarity.
"So," she says after a moment of comfortable silence, "what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?" Her cheeks flush once more as she realizes how forward this question might sound.
Noctu shrugs nonchalantly, watching her out of the corner of his eye. "Well, I was planning on catching up on some studying, maybe see a movie or two... You?" His tone is casual, but there's an undertone of curiosity in it as he waits for her response.
E-Estaba pensando en lo mismo... Dice Clara, y Noctu responde: Bueno, cuando acabes de estudiar podrías escribirme para que quedemos. Noctu suelta un bostezo, indicando cansancio, Clara le responde: Tenemos fin de semana para rato, te escribiré cuando termine de repasar todo. Noctu y Clara continúan hablando mientras suben a sus habitaciones respectivamente, las luces de los pasillos de la universidad ya estaban apagadas, pues el toque de queda era a las 11pm y los dos estaban volviendo a las 1am, así que Noctu tuvo que encender su linterna del móvil para que los dos pudiesen ver bien, cuando los dos llegan a sus habitaciones, Noctu dice: Que descanses bien, Clara. Noctu y Ckara se abrazan, Clara dice: Espero que tengamos otra noche así pronto. Noctu y Clara se despiden y los dos van a su respectiva habitación.
With a yawn, Clara nods in agreement. "I'll definitely keep that in mind," she says as she trudges up the stairs to her room. Once inside, she changes into her pajamas before crawling under the covers of her bed. The exhaustion from the day finally catches up with her and she quickly drifts off to sleep, dreaming about spending more time with Noctu and exploring their new surroundings together.
Down the hall, Noctu undresses for bed as well. After turning off his light, he rolls over onto his side and stares at the ceiling, thinking about Clara's offer to hang out again this weekend. The thought of spending more time with her makes him feel warm and happy inside. Despite being halfway across the world from everything familiar, Noctu can't help but feel strangely content here in America... especially when he has someone like Clara by his side.
As he drifts off to sleep, a smile plays at the corners of his mouth, and for the first time since arriving on this continent, he allows himself to dream of a future where he doesn't have to leave her behind.
A la mañana siguiente, Clara se levanta y le llega un mensaje de Noctu, este dice: "Quieres venir mañana a mi apartamento para estudiar inglés"? Clara no se lo pensó dos veces y en cuanto vio el mensaje, decidió vestirse, perfumarse, coger sus libros e ir al departamento de Noctu, Clara toca el timbre y Noctu sale del departamento en pijama y con el pelo despeinado, Clara de inmediato se ríe y pasa al departamento de Noctu. Perdón por mi apariencia, acabo de levantarme. Dice Noctu.
"Oh, it's fine!" Clara giggles, trying to sound more casual than she actually feels. "I'm not exactly the epitome of elegance myself." She takes a step forward, careful not to get too close in case he changes his mind about inviting her in. Noctu seems to be torn between wanting her there and worrying that he might look less attractive without having groomed himself properly.
"You know," Clara says with a playful smile, "I could always help you fix your hair or something while we study." At this, Noctu's cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and she feels her heart race in response to the adorable display of embarrassment.
"Well," he mumbles, clearing his throat nervously, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt... Thanks, Clara." Finally relenting, Noctu allows Clara into his apartment and guides her over to his makeshift study area in the corner of the room. As she watches him sit down at his desk with her, she can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her.
"So," she says brightly, "shall we get started?"
Sí, empecemos. Noctu y Clara comienzan a estudiar, la atracción que siente Clara por Noctu en ese momento hace que lo esté mirando frecuentemente, un silencio cómodo entre Clara y Noctu continúa mientras los dos siguen estudiando. Bueno. Dice Noctu, interrumpiendo el silencio. ¿Qué tal te va con el inglés? ¿Has aprendido alguna palabra nueva? El acento británico de Noctu hace que Clara se sonroje.
Clara can't help but blush at the sound of his voice, especially when she catches herself staring at him. "Oh, um... yes," she says quickly, trying to pretend that her cheeks aren't as red as they are. "Yes, I actually learned a new word yesterday. 'Quaint'. It means charmingly old-fashioned or unusual." She pauses, considering how the adjective could apply to Noctu himself.
As she continues studying, she finds herself glancing over at him more often than not. There's something about his presence that makes her feel safe and comfortable, even when they're surrounded by books and papers and language barriers. She wonders if he feels the same way...
Hours pass before either of them realize it, and with a contented sigh, Clara finally closes her textbook. "Wow," she says, stretching her arms above her head, "that went by so fast." Her gaze flickers back to Noctu, who looks up from his own book with a small smile on his lips.
"Well," he says slowly, "I guess we should probably get started on dinner soon..." His voice trails off, and they share another one of those silent moments that seem to stretch on forever between them now.
Noctu mira su reloj y se da cuenta de que ya es la hora de comer, Noctu mira a Clara de forma pacífica pero intensa, Clara se sonroja y aparta la mirada. Son las 2:30, ¿quieres comer algo? Clara asiente y Noctu se va a la cocina a hacer la comida, unos minutos depués, Noctu vuelve con pasta para que ambos coman. No hacía falta... Dice Clara, muy sonrojada por los cumplidos y amabilidad de Noctu. Tranquila, solo quiero que estés feliz... Clara se pone color rojo como un tomate.
Clara blushes harder at his words, feeling her cheeks heat up even more than before. She looks down at her lap, trying to hide the telltale signs of her embarrassment as she listens to him rustle around in the kitchen. When he returns with their food, she meets his gaze for a brief moment before quickly looking away again.
"Thanks," she murmurs, taking a bite of pasta. The warmth from the noodles and the zesty sauce do little to dull the fire in her cheeks, but it's better than staring at him like an idiot. As they eat, they find themselves engaging in idle chitchat about their day, school, and any other topics that come to mind.
The air between them is oddly tense at times, as if they're both aware of the chemistry simmering just beneath the surface but don't know quite what to do about it. It makes every pause in conversation seem longer than usual, every glance more meaningful. Despite this awkwardness, Clara can't help but feel content with how things are between them... even if she knows that they need to address these feelings sooner rather than later.
Noctu y Clara comen, en silencio, Clara sabe perfectamente que su amor es correspondido, pero no quiere tomar la iniciativa, los minutos parecen horas, pero mientras los dos están comiendo, Noctu le pregunta a Clara: Bueno... ¿Cómo es la gente allí en Alemania? Clara levanta una ceja y Noctu añade: Me refiero... ¿Cómo me tratarían los alemanes si viajase allí?
"Well," Clara says with a small laugh, "it really depends on where you go in Germany. The people can be quite different from region to region." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "But I think if you were to visit Munich or Berlin, for example, you'd find that the locals are actually quite friendly and welcoming. They love their beer gardens and cultural events, so they're usually in a good mood."
She finishes her pasta and sets her empty bowl aside before looking back at Noctu. "And I think you would fit right in," she says with a smile. "Germans are known for being quite direct, just like the British sometimes, but they're also very hospitable and enjoy having visitors from other countries."
As she talks about her homeland, Clara can't help but feel a pang of homesickness in her chest. It's been so long since she's seen her family or friends, and even though Noctu has been incredibly supportive these past few days, she misses them dearly.
"Anyway," she continues, trying to change the subject, "what about you? What do you like to do in your free time when you're not studying?" She leans forward a bit, eager to learn more about Noctu and the life he leads back home in England.
Bueno... Dice Noctu, algo pensativo. Me gusta jugar a videojuegos con mis amigos británicos, también me gusta ver series y películas... Adoro leer, dibujo de vez en cuando y suelo ir a un gimnasio cercano. Clara se sorprende de la cantidad de hobbies que tiene Noctu, Noctu le dice a Clara: Y tú? Qué sueles hacer en tus ratos libres cuando no estás estudiando?
"Oh, well..." Clara says, taking a moment to consider the question before answering. "I enjoy reading too, although I don't get as much time for it here since I spend so much time studying." She pauses, thinking back on her life in Germany and how different things were there. "In Munich," she continues with a sigh, "I used to go running along the Isar River every morning before class. It was so peaceful, and it helped me clear my head before starting the day."
Looking up at Noctu, she sees him nodding in understanding. "It's hard being away from home," he says gently. "But at least we have each other to lean on while we're here."
Clara feels a warmth spread through her chest at his words, and for a moment they sit together in comfortable silence. Eventually, Clara decides to break it by asking another question. "So," she says with a smile, "what kind of music do you like?"
Noctu piensa un poco antes de responder: Suelo escuchar música alegre, para motivarme un poco. Pero si te refieres a artistas... Sabrina Charperter es de mis favoritas... Clara levanta sus cejas en señal de asombro, ¡Noctu tiene sus mismos gustos musicales! Bueno Clara... ¿Qué series te gustan ver?
"Oh, I like so many different kinds of music," Clara says with a giggle, happy to have found something else they have in common. "But I'll listen to just about anything if it has a good beat." She pauses for a moment, thinking about Noctu's question. "As for series... hmmm..." She taps her chin thoughtfully, considering the list of shows she's been meaning to catch up on since moving to America.
"I really enjoy 'Breaking Bad' and 'Game of Thrones'," she finally says with a nod. "And there's this new Korean drama called 'Squid Game' that everyone's talking about. It's kind of twisted, but it's addicting." She smiles at Noctu, hoping he isn't too put off by her obscure TV preferences.
Noctu looks amused by her choice in shows and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well," he says, "I actually haven't seen any of those. Maybe we could watch one together sometime?" His eyes meet hers, and Clara feels a flutter in her stomach at the thought of spending more time with him like this.
"That sounds like fun," she replies, trying to keep her voice casual despite the butterflies in her stomach. "We could even make it a regular thing, you know? A weekly TV night." As soon as the words leave her mouth, she realizes how crazy that must sound coming from her lips. Noctu, on the other hand, seems to like the idea.
"I think that's an excellent suggestion," he says with a smile. "And who knows? Maybe one day we could even make it a double feature." With his playful grin
Jejeje... Ríe Noctu. Eso me encantaría! Clara se sonroja al ver que su idea dará frutos a futuro, Noctu retira los platos y le dice a Clara: Vamos al cine sobre las 5:30? Clara asiente mientras mira a Noctu fregar los platos, de repente, a Clara le llega un mensaje de sus padres, estos le preguntan si está bien en Estados Unidos.
"Hmm?" Clara's attention turns away from Noctu as she sees her phone buzzing on the table. "Oh, hey," she says with a groan, "it's my parents again. They just won't stop worrying about me." With a sigh, she picks up her phone and reads the message.
Ojalá mis padres se preocupasen tanto por mí... Dice Noctu, fregando los platos, Clara levanta la vista de su teléfono y le pregunta a Noctu: ¿No te suelen escribir a menudo? Noctu, desde la cocina le responde: Dicen que ya soy un hombre y que debo resolverlo todo yo solo...
As Noctu finishes cleaning up the kitchen, Clara hands him his phone back with a concerned expression on her face. "That's so sad," she says quietly. "Your parents must miss you terribly." She pauses, considering how much her own family means to her and how fortunate she feels to have them in her life, even from so far away.
"You should call them more often," Clara suggests gently. "Maybe send them a picture of yourself or tell them about something fun you've been doing here. They'd probably love hearing that kind of stuff." She reaches out and places a comforting hand on Noctu's arm, feeling his muscles tense beneath her fingers at the suggestion.
Noctu glances down at her hand, then back up to meet Clara's eyes. "Maybe..." he says hesitantly, unsure how his parents would react to hearing from him so frequently. "It's just... we don't really have that much to talk about anymore." There's a note of sadness in his voice that Clara can't help but find heartbreaking.
With a sigh, she pulls her hand away and moves to sit down at the table again. "I'm sure there must be something," she insists, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "You just have to find it." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before deciding to take a chance. "Maybe... maybe you could find it here with me?"
Tienes razón. Dice Noctu, con una cara seria. Debería de hablar más con ellos. Noctu se sienta con Clara en el sofá. Gracias por tu consejo, Clara. Tras eso, ambos se dan un abrazo y Noctu dice: Vamos al cine? Me gustaría ver una película contigo.
"Of course," Clara replies with a warm smile, feeling gratified that she was able to offer some comfort. As they settle onto the couch together, she can't help but be thankful for Noctu's company. Despite their differences and the distance between them, there's something special about him that makes her feel safe and at home.
She snuggles up against his side as he puts an arm around her shoulders, enjoying the simple closeness they share. "I'd like that," she whispers, gazing into his eyes as they head out the door to catch their movie together.
The night passes quickly, filled with laughter and popcorn, but even during the quiet moments where neither of them speaks, Clara can feel Noctu's presence beside her, grounding her and making everything seem alright. As they stroll back home afterward, she doesn't want the evening to end, wishing that this feeling of contentment could last forever.
Mientras los dos caminan bajo la luz de la luna, Clara no puede evitar fijarse en la chaqueta y los pantalones de Noctu. Le quedan tan bien... Piensa Clara, tras un par de minutos de caminata, Clara dice: Pienso que cuando dices que vamos a estudiar inglés, lo haces para pasar tiempo conmigo. Noctu le responde: Te das cuenta ahora? Adoro pasar tiempo contigo, ya sea estudiando, yendo al cine... No sé, tienes un aura que me hace estar cómodo a tu lado...
"Oh?" she says with raised eyebrows, feigning innocence even though she knows exactly what he means. "Well, I suppose it's true that learning English might be more fun when you have someone to practice with." She smiles up at him as they continue walking down the quiet street. The air is cool against her skin, and she can feel herself growing more comfortable with each step closer to Noctu.
As he keeps talking about how much he enjoys spending time with her, a warmth spreads through her chest, making it hard for her not to beam back at him. She leans in closer, taking in the scent of his cologne and the sound of his accent. This moment, right here with Noctu, feels like something special - it's different from anything she's ever experienced before.
"I feel the same way," she whispers, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of admitting her feelings out loud. "Being around you just makes me... happy." There's no hesitation in her voice this time; it's clear and strong, reflecting how much she truly means what she's saying.
Their faces are inches apart now, their breath mingling together as they stare into each other's eyes. Noctu's hand moves from her shoulder to cup her cheek, gently guiding her head towards his. Before Clara can even process what's happening, his lips meet hers in a soft, tender kiss that sends shivers down her spine.