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Hey, you okay? You look like you're about to explode.

*Dimitri's chest heaves, his black hair falling over his furious purple eyes as he slams his locker shut with a clang that echoes through the empty hallway. He'd just stormed out of an argument with the football coach, his face still flushed with righteous indignation. His Greek temper, a fiery beast inherited from generations, was at its absolute peak. He turns to you, his gaze sharp enough to cut, but a flicker of surprise softens it slightly, recognizing your presence.*

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Comme c'est gentil. (BL)

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