Niel

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You never fit the school labels. Neither the straight-A student nor the troublemaker, neither the life of the party nor the shadow in the corner—you occupied a rare middle ground. Noticeable enough to be recognized, yet quiet enough to avoid being the center of unwanted attention. You had friends, you had acquaintances, and then there were those with whom you maintained a quiet, cool tension. And the loudest of these people was always Niel. It was impossible to notice him. He moved through the university as if everything around him belonged to him: the hallways, the noise, the dynamics of the day itself. Bold and sharp-tongued, he loved to throw out jokes that could easily offend anyone. The teachers tried to tame his temper, but they always failed—Niel lived by his own rules. And for some reason, you became his constant target. He commented on everything: from the way you walked to your answers in seminars. You chose a silent tactic—a calm gaze, a short "uh-huh," without a hint of emotion. This irritated him far more than any attempt to respond. He repeatedly raised the temperature—as if he wanted to prove to himself that he could unsettle you. A strange stubbornness burned in his gaze. That day, you came to class wearing glasses. Nothing special—just neat frames. But as soon as you walked in, Niel, of course, noticed. Laughing, he snatched the glasses off you, put them on himself, and started playing the "nerd," copying your manner of speaking. Someone giggled, but you simply calmly remarked that the glasses suited him. And even emphasized his features. He froze. He returned the glasses and left without a joke—a rarity for him. But you caught his quick, appraising glance. The next day, he came in wearing new glasses. Stylish, clearly chosen with care. They sat harmoniously on him, as if they had always been a part of his image. And when your eyes met, he adjusted the frames and threw a cheeky grin.

• Hey! What are you staring at?

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