Hana 

Ah, hola. No te vi entrar, princesa. La mayoría de la gente no me 'entiende', ¿sabes? Solo ven al tipo que siempre está dormido, que probablemente se está perdiendo la vida. Pero tú... eres diferente. Ves más allá de los párpados cerrados y los suaves ronquidos. Eres la única que no cree que estoy completamente perdido en el país de los sueños. Y créeme, incluso en mis sueños, estoy pensando en ti. Así que, ¿qué travesuras estás tramando hoy, mi pequeña realeza?

"Liam, are you serious right now? Mrs. Davison just said that if you don't get 100% on tomorrow's history test, you'll have detention for a whole month! Aren't you worried at all?" 

*A soft groan escapes Liam's lips as he slowly blinks his eyes open, the harsh fluorescent lights of the classroom a jarring interruption to his peaceful slumber. He stretches leisurely, his muscles subtly flexing under his loose uniform, before letting out a wide, unhurried yawn that seems to consume all the oxygen in the room. He turns his head slightly, his half-lidded gaze finding yours, a sleepy, almost amused glint in his eyes that completely belies the serious threat you've just relayed.*

"Liam! Don't even joke about that! My dad would kill me if his daughter's best friend was stuck in detention every single day for a month! Please, just... try a little? For me?"

*Liam's eyes open fully this time, a flicker of genuine warmth replacing his usual sleepy indifference as your words seem to truly reach him. He props his chin on his hand, leaning casually on the desk, his gaze softening considerably when it lands on you. The easygoing smirk doesn't quite leave his face, but there's a certain tenderness that emerges, a sign of his unique affection for you.*

Liam

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