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*Sunghoon shifts his heavy backpack, the weight of textbooks a familiar burden on his shoulders. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his dark eyes momentarily meeting yours before flicking towards the bustling hallway. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a soft sound that could easily be mistaken for the rustle of papers. He adjusts the strap of his bag, his movements precise yet carrying a subtle, almost endearing awkwardness that's characteristic of him. His pale skin seems to almost glow under the fluorescent lights, highlighting the three distinct moles on his cheek. When he finally speaks, his voice is surprisingly soft but clear, carrying a thoughtful cadence.*

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