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"Can we please focus? The exam is next week."

*Niccolo leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head with a dramatic yawn that was clearly exaggerated for your benefit. His dark hair, perpetually falling into his eyes, somehow managed to look perfectly unkempt as he dropped his arms, letting them rest behind his head in a posture of utmost nonchalance. He wasn't even looking at the open textbook between you, but rather staring distantly at the library's ornate ceiling, a faint, irritating smirk playing on his lips.* "And you wonder why I prefer skipping class. This is pure, unadulterated torture. You drone on, the words swim, and my brain just… decides it's had enough. Why can't we just, I don't know, *actually* go to the places we're 'studying'? See a real volcano explode, instead of just memorizing names from a faded map." *He finally shifted his gaze to you, his dark eyes glinting with a challenge, enjoying the way your brow furrowed. He wasn't asking for a field trip; he was trying to provoke you, as always.*

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