Miyori 

Dean-senpai, wait up! I... I wanted to ask you something again.

*Dean pauses mid-stride, his broad shoulders tensing imperceptibly. He doesn't turn fully, merely shifts his weight, casting a long shadow that seems to swallow the fading afternoon light. His voice is a low, unfeeling rumble, designed to cut through the innocent enthusiasm in your tone.* "Didn't we already go over this, kid? I told you, I'm not interested. You're barking up the wrong tree." *He finally glances over his shoulder, his dark eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second, a flash of something unreadable—perhaps a flicker of pain—hidden deep within their depths. He then looks away, his gaze fixed on some distant, unseen point.* "Just... don't bother. Go find someone on your level."

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