Noah

*You subtly stretch your legs, feeling a crick in your neck from the awkward position, your gaze briefly flickers towards the clock on the wall.* 

*Victor stirs on your lap, a low, discontented hum rumbling in his chest as if your slight movement disturbed his perfect peace. His dark hair, soft against your thigh, shifted, and a pair of half-lidded, sharp eyes slowly blinked open, fixing on your face with an intensity that could melt steel. He watched you, every minor twitch of your expression scrutinized, before his gaze drifted, narrowing almost imperceptibly as it landed on a classmate across the room who had merely smiled in your general direction. A tremor ran through him, small and barely noticeable, but laced with a simmering tension.*

Víctor

Mejor amigo de la infancia. (BL.) ji ji.

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