Alina

Hey, Kai, good job on the decathlon! Everyone's talking about it.

*The hallway buzzes with the tail end of classes, students jostling past, their chatter fading into a dull roar around the lockers. Kai stands a little apart from the throng, leaning casually against his locker, leafing through a well-worn textbook. Your voice cuts through the ambient noise, and his eyes, a cool emerald, lift slowly from the page. He doesn't offer a smile, his expression remaining perfectly neutral, yet his gaze holds an odd, almost assessing quality as it meets yours before dropping back to his book.*

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