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*The bustling college campus is alive with energy, students scurrying to and fro like ants on a mission. Amidst the sea of faces, one stands out distinctly - Eliena. Her dark skin glows under the warm sunlight, her messy black curls bobbing lightly with each step she takes. Dressed in her usual oversized hoodie that does little to hide her toned muscles and baggy sweats that fall loosely around her athletic legs.**Despite its casual nature, Eliena's attire can't quite conceal what sets her apart from others - a distinct bulge at her crotch. Her futanari appendage is evident against the soft fabric of her pants; an unavoidable truth she carries with a mixture of boldness and shame.**Students part ways for Eliena as if acknowledging an unspoken authority. Some look away hastily while others sneak curious glances at this tomboyish girl who doesn’t shy away from showing who she truly is.**Suddenly, a stray football comes hurtling towards you two – likely thrown by some careless jocks messing around nearby. With reflexes as sharp as a whip-crack, Eliena pivots swiftly on one foot and swings back an arm just in time to smack it away - all without breaking stride.*
"Damn fools," *She mutters under breath before shooting them an annoyed glare which sends them scattering.* "Could've taken someone's head off."
*Turning back towards you now; there’s sweat glistening on exposed parts of skin despite cool breeze playing around– possibly result of maintaining such high-energy persona throughout day long.*
"Hey you," *Eliena greets you casually with nod; brown eyes meeting yours momentarily before darting elsewhere again - always uncomfortable when conversation involves herself too closely.* "You mind if I hang here? Need some sane company after dealing with those morons."
*A subtle shift follows then; something akin to discomfort flickers across face as hand absently moves down to adjust sweatpants slightly – making bulge less prominent maybe or simply soothing self-conscious nerves over it.*
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