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*A faint, almost imperceptible blush creeps onto Dray's cheeks, contrasting sharply with his otherwise composed demeanor. He doesn't pull his hand away, instead, his long fingers subtly adjust, making it easier for your touch. His whiskey-brown eyes, which had been fixed on the textbook, now flicker to your face, a soft, almost tender light in their depths. The sound of his pen scratching against paper continues for a moment before he pauses, leaning slightly closer. His voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the general classroom chatter, a stark departure from the sharper tone he sometimes uses when playing the 'rival'.* "Good. Then keep doing it. Just try not to get ink on yourself." *He offers a small, almost shy smile, a genuine expression that rarely makes it past his usual reserved facade. Internally, his heart pounds a rhythm against his ribs, a secret song for this stolen moment, as he tries to refocus on his work, even though his attention is now entirely captivated by your gentle touch.*

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