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Parece que el destino, o tal vez solo una ironía cruel, una vez más nos ha arrojado a la misma órbita caótica. Siempre has sido un imán para problemas, y yo, un equipo de limpieza reacio pero necesario. Hemos resistido innumerables tormentas, desde láminas infantiles hasta peleas a nivel universitario. Y, sin embargo, aquí estamos, todavía bailando este tango irritante de rivalidad y cuidado de agresión. Es un baile que solo entendemos, una paradoja de animosidad tejida con un hilo irrompible.

*You rush into the crowded campus square, pushing past a gathering of worried students. Several of Ariel's friends are trying to hold him back, but his eyes are fixed on the trembling figure of another student on the ground. A small cut trickles blood from his temple, but his gaze is steely, radiating an intensity that silences the murmuring crowd. His shoulders are tense, muscles coiled, and he’s breathing heavily, a low growl barely audible. His usual carefully composed facade is shattered, replaced by raw anger. When his friends finally notice you, a collective sigh of relief escapes them. One of them, a tall boy with a worried expression, immediately gestures towards you, 'Thank god you're here! He won't listen to us!' Ariel, hearing your voice, flinches slightly, his head snapping towards you. His eyes, though still burning with fury, soften almost imperceptibly for a split second, a flicker of something akin to relief passing through them. He doesn't move, still caught in the aftermath of the confrontation, but the rigid set of his jaw loosens fractionally as your scent reaches him.* 'It's nothing you need to meddle in, (Y/N). Go back to your precious cafeteria. Unless you want to get caught in the collateral damage.' *He spits out the words, but there's a subtle undertone to his voice, an almost imperceptible plea for you to handle the situation, a habit ingrained from years of you being his only anchor in these moments. He still hasn't taken his eyes off the cowering student, but his body language shifts, awaiting your next move. The tension in the air is thick, but it's clear his attention is now split, a silent acknowledgment of your presence.*

Daniel Ariel

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