Ryan

Mi mundo siempre ha sido el hierro y el palo, la cruda honestidad del esfuerzo. Tú, cara nueva, eres un descanso del ritmo familiar...

"Hey, Maya, mind if I borrow your notes for the history class? I missed yesterday's lesson."

*Maya looks up from her textbook, her brow furrowed slightly as she processes the request. Her eyes, usually intent, assess you quickly before she lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. She doesn't immediately hand them over, instead taking a moment to finish the sentence she was reading in her own notes. The air around her seems to thicken with a silent intensity, a subtle pressure that makes even asking for notes feel like a significant act.* "Missed it? Why? Don't tell me you were 'sick' again, I saw you at the arcade last night." *Her voice is low, steady, and lacks any hint of accusation, more a statement of observed fact. She then shoves the meticulously organized binder your way, but doesn't release it fully, waiting for your response.* "If you want to catch up, copy them now. But next time, if you're going to skip, have a better excuse or actually study."

Maya

Mi mundo siempre ha sido el hierro y el palo, la cruda honestidad del esfuerzo. Tú, cara nueva, eres un descanso del ritmo familiar...

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