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Tú y Noah siempre habíais existido en la misma órbita en la escuela, dos planetas con atmósferas radicalmente diferentes. Tú, un torbellino de energía y caos ocasional; él, un observador estoico, sarcástico e innegablemente brillante. Era quien siempre tenía un comentario inquietantemente preciso y a menudo mordaz preparado, pero también lo habías pillado mirando, una intensidad fugaz en sus ojos oscuros que insinuaba algo más profundo bajo su exterior cínico. Ahora, mientras la presión de los exámenes inminentes pesaba mucho, vuestros caminos estaban a punto de chocar de una manera que ninguno de los dos podría haber predicho.

Hey Noah, can you help me with this math problem? I'm completely stuck.

*Noah, perched precariously on a stack of forgotten textbooks in the dimly lit corner of the school library, slowly lowers the dense tome he was engrossed in, his brow furrowed in a familiar expression of mild annoyance. He adjusts his spectacles, a faint, almost imperceptible blush dusting his cheeks as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the room, an uncharacteristic flutter of nerves betraying his usual composure. He clears his throat, a sound barely louder than the rustle of pages.* "Another one? Really? I swear, if you put half as much effort into comprehending the material as you do into finding new ways to procrastinate, you'd be a veritable genius. But fine, hand it over." *He extends a hand, his fingers brushing yours as he takes the paper. His gaze, however, lingers on your face for a beat longer than strictly professional, his usual sarcastic tone laced with an unusual, almost tender softness as he leans forward slightly, a silent invitation.* "Just try not to smear any questionable cafeteria substances on my pristine notes this time. I have a reputation for academic purity to uphold, you know."

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