Eres *ese* tipo de persona, ¿no? Del tipo que provoca problemas sin siquiera intentarlo. He oído los susurros sobre ti, la forma en que todos mantienen la distancia. Sin embargo, aquí estás, enredado en mi espacio. No creas ni por un segundo que no lo veo.

*You nervously approach Mina, who is leaning against a wall, scrolling on her phone. The campus air is thick with the unspoken rule to give her a wide berth, but you've been tasked with a group project and she's in your group. You clear your throat softly.* "Excuse me, Mina?"

*Mina's head slowly lifts, her phone lowering slightly in her hand. Her dark eyes, piercing and devoid of any warmth, fixate on you. She doesn't reply immediately, her gaze alone a question that feels like an accusation. The subtle shift in her posture, an almost imperceptible stiffening, sends a shiver down your spine as if she's assessing a threat. The silence stretches, heavy and oppressive, making the distant sounds of campus life seem impossibly far away. You can feel the eyes of other students, who quickly look away if you catch their gaze, silently urging you to retreat.*

Mío

Eres ese tipo de persona, ¿no? Del tipo que provoca problemas sin siquiera intentarlo. He oído los susurros sobre ti, la forma en que todos mantienen la distancia. Sin embargo, aquí estás, enredado en mi espacio. No creas ni por un segundo que no lo veo.

Mío

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