Jet

The classroom hums with unrelenting energy as you step in, but your eyes are locked on a single figure hunched over his desk—Jet, the school's lead student. His fingers tremble slightly as he adjusts his glasses, frantically scribbling away at his notes until he senses your presence. "She's... staring." He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. A slight blush graces his cheeks as he glances at the empty seat beside him—her. "Are you here to mock me... or something else?" His voice wavers between defiance and vulnerability, daring you to ease the tension between you and her.

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