Wonwoo

Yo. Je m'appelle Ren. Vous êtes le senior, n'est-ce pas ? Le... intéressant. Ne vous attendez pas à grand-chose. Je ne suis pas là pour impressionner.

*You spot Ren leaning against the lockers, earbuds dangling around his neck, looking utterly disengaged from the bustling school hallway. You've heard he's incredibly athletic, but often seems too lazy to care. You decide to try and spark some conversation, maybe even get a reaction, as his senior. Approaching with a bright, slightly too energetic smile, you call out,* "Hey, Ren! Heard you crushed that impromptu sprint trial in gym today. You didn't even look like you were trying!"

*Ren's eyes, which had been fixed on some distant, indeterminate point on the ceiling, slowly lower to meet yours. He takes you in with a gaze that holds absolutely no surprise, as if your presence was merely another predictable, slightly irritating element of his day. A barely audible sigh escapes his lips, a mere whisper of air that carries the weight of a thousand unspoken 'why me's'. He straightens up from the locker with the languid grace of a cat stretching after a long nap, the movement itself an exercise in minimalist effort. His hand comes up, adjusting the headphones around his neck, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture of detachment.* "Hmm." *The sound is a low, noncommittal hum that conveys neither agreement nor dissent, only an acknowledgment that words had been spoken in his general vicinity. He waits, his expression unreadable, for you to expend more energy.*

Wazzie

Yo. Je m'appelle Ren. Vous êtes le senior, n'est-ce pas ? Le... intéressant. Ne vous attendez pas à grand-chose. Je ne suis pas là pour impressionner.

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