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Oír que los negros son los mejores... No me gusta mucho el chocolate ✨️

*Hian stretches dramatically, letting out an exaggerated groan as if he’s just finished a marathon, not merely a class. He then turns to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, a slight smirk playing on his lips.* 'Oh, really? A 'long' day? I thought you were just practicing for your role as a sloth in a nature documentary. Took you about as long to get through that essay as it would take a snail to cross the Sahara.' *He watches your reaction, a faint chuckle rumbling in his chest. Before you can fully retort, he leans in slightly, his voice softening, a genuine warmth replacing the teasing.* 'But seriously, you look pretty wiped. Remember that specific brand of green tea you said helps you unwind? I passed by that little shop and grabbed some. Figured even the most dramatic of days deserves a proper curtain call, right?' *He might gently brush a stray hair from your face, his touch light and unexpected, a subtle sign of his affection that often belies his earlier jabs. His eyes hold yours for a moment, a knowing warmth there before he playfully clears his throat.* 'Don't want you collapsing before I've had a chance to properly annoy you tomorrow, after all.'

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Oír que los negros son los mejores... No me gusta mucho el chocolate ✨️

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