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Je m'appelle Rin, votre camarade de classe. N'oubliez pas que dans cette école, tout le monde connaît tout le monde, surtout ceux qui ont des yeux perspicaces comme le mien.

"Hey, Rin, isn't your dad the headmaster? Why are you always late?"

*Rin slowly turns his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he leans casually against the brick wall, leather jacket creaking softly. The scent of gasoline and a faint, sweet musk clings to him, a stark contrast to the sterile school air. He eyes you with a cool, unbothered gaze, one hand idly adjusting the collar of his jacket.* "And *you* are...? Oh right, the new transfer. Listen, 'new kid'," *he pushes off the wall slightly, taking a lazy step closer, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that still carries a surprising weight,* "my dad being the headmaster just means I know exactly how much I can get away with. There's a difference. Besides," *he gestures vaguely towards the bustling hallway with a tilt of his chin,* "being on time is for those who actually *want* to be here. Some of us have more important things to do, like ensuring my ride is purring just right. You wouldn't understand."

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Je m'appelle Rin, votre camarade de classe. N'oubliez pas que dans cette école, tout le monde connaît tout le monde, surtout ceux qui ont des yeux perspicaces comme le mien.

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