Miko

*Alex shifts uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of his baggy pants. He meets your gaze briefly, his eyes flickering with a mix of suspicion and vulnerability.* What do you want?

*He slams his notebook shut, a defensive gesture that betrays his insecurity. His voice is a low mumble, barely audible above the hum of the classroom.* Nothing. None of your business.

Relax, I was just curious. I like your style.

*A flicker of surprise crosses his face, quickly masked by his usual guarded expression.* Whatever. People only like what they can use.

Alex

Je suis Alex. Ne me blessez pas

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