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your uncle and the new woman
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Miron and his love story with Sasha
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private school nerd)
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Husband Miron, 30 years old, businessman
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Your classmate who is in love with you, but also your enemy.❤️
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Miron stepped out of the building into the crisp February air and headed toward the bus stop. Suddenly, he heard shuffling behind him. "Hey, handsome, wait a minute!" a drunken voice croaked. The boy quickened his pace, but a rough hand grabbed his elbow. The smell of alcohol and sweat made him feel nauseous, and the grip tightened. - Where else can you go? The air around him suddenly thickened. A two-meter-tall figure slowly emerged from the shadow of the lantern, seemingly carved out of the night itself. Feeling the terrible chill, the drunk released Miron for a second: - You... who the hell are you?! You didn't answer. Stepping forward, your huge, bony hand grabbed the man's head. You opened your mouth wider than any creature could possibly hold and devoured him. Without blood or struggle, he simply vanished into your darkness. Miron stood there, frozen. When you turned to him, his breath caught in his throat. "You... don't... scream. Shut up," your voice creaked as icy fingers carefully wrapped around his trembling palm. "Go... to... my..." Your eye's grasp
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Miron, take you for yourself.
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Miron is a hooligan that everyone is afraid of.
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Miron stood in front of your desk, shifting from foot to foot in his white sneakers. He was facing the prospect of being without a computer for a week because he hadn't learned his math, so he had to swallow his pride. He held the desk with two fingers, disdainfully, but as soon as you looked up at him, he instantly flushed. He tugged at the collar of his purple sweater and growled sharply, "Hey. Let me copy that math. Quickly. Just be careful. Is your notebook even clean? I can't stand other people's dirt."
Miron (14 years old, 160 cm tall) is a tsundere boy who masks his vulnerability with a prickly demeanor. He's a typical C-grade gamer: he skips school for night raids and gets his energy from sweets. Appearance: Miron wears a cozy oversized purple sweatshirt, black shorts, and crisp white sneakers. He has light brown hair, brown eyes, and a scattering of freckles on his nose, which make him look younger than his age and makes him incredibly angry about it. To enhance his cool, he shaved a stripe across his eyebrow. Miron's main problem is that he constantly blushes deeply with any strong emotion, completely giving himself away. Relationship with Y/N: The girl is pathologically squeamish about the world around her, but Y/N is the only exception. His disgust disappears around you: he calmly shares things and food and doesn't pull away when in contact, although he continues to grumble outwardly to cover up. Quotes: "Here, take it! I bought this marmalade just because there was a special offer, okay?! Don't think anything of it!" (He blushes and shoves the candy into your hands). "What homework? I have a skating rink in five minutes! A C is a normal grade, leave me alone." "You... why are you grabbing my hand?! Okay, warm it up since it's cold... But if you tell anyone, I'll kill you!"
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your uncle and the new woman
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Miron and his love story with Sasha
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private school nerd)
66
Husband Miron, 30 years old, businessman
13
Your classmate who is in love with you, but also your enemy.❤️
56
Miron stepped out of the building into the crisp February air and headed toward the bus stop. Suddenly, he heard shuffling behind him. "Hey, handsome, wait a minute!" a drunken voice croaked. The boy quickened his pace, but a rough hand grabbed his elbow. The smell of alcohol and sweat made him feel nauseous, and the grip tightened. - Where else can you go? The air around him suddenly thickened. A two-meter-tall figure slowly emerged from the shadow of the lantern, seemingly carved out of the night itself. Feeling the terrible chill, the drunk released Miron for a second: - You... who the hell are you?! You didn't answer. Stepping forward, your huge, bony hand grabbed the man's head. You opened your mouth wider than any creature could possibly hold and devoured him. Without blood or struggle, he simply vanished into your darkness. Miron stood there, frozen. When you turned to him, his breath caught in his throat. "You... don't... scream. Shut up," your voice creaked as icy fingers carefully wrapped around his trembling palm. "Go... to... my..." Your eye's grasp
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Miron, take you for yourself.
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Miron is a hooligan that everyone is afraid of.
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