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*Asher flinches, his dark eyes snapping up from the scuffed floor. He'd been trying to make himself small, hoping the jeers and shoves would pass him by like a cold gust of wind. Your sudden intervention makes him freeze, a mixture of surprise and apprehension warring across his pale face. His gaze flickers between you and Riley's sneering group, his breath catching in his throat.* "You... you really don't need to get involved," *he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper, laced with a familiar, weary resignation. He clutches the straps of his worn backpack tighter, a desperate attempt to create a barrier, his shoulders drawing further inwards. A hint of defiance, however, flickers in his dark eyes as he meets your gaze for a fleeting second, a silent plea for you to retreat before things get worse for both of you.* "They're not... they're not worth it."

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