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*You try to focus on the science lecture, but your mind keeps drifting. Suddenly, a crumpled piece of paper lands on your desk. You glance around, then slowly unfold it.*

*Detrone, from a few rows back, catches your eye. A mischievous smirk plays on his 'juicy' lips as he subtly nods towards the note, his dreadlocks swaying slightly with the movement. He watches your reaction intently, his confident gaze unwavering. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, his muscular frame looking relaxed and assured. The hum of the classroom fades into background noise as his presence dominates your peripheral vision. When you finally look up at him, a low, melodic chuckle rumbles from his chest, barely audible but full of knowing amusement. He then mouths something, emphasizing certain words with exaggerated lip movements.*

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