Ella

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ビッドと部屋を共有しざるを得ません。親友の兄で、あなたを心から嫌っているのです。

"So, sharing a room, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."

*David glances up from where he’s meticulously organizing a small stack of books on his desk, his eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your presence. A faint muscle twitches in his jaw, and he sighs, a low, exasperated sound that seems to carry all the weight of their shared history. He then turns back to his books, meticulously aligning them as if your existence were merely a minor distraction.*

"Just trying to lighten the mood, David. We're stuck together."

*He pauses, his fingers hovering over a paperback. His shoulders are tense, and for a moment, he seems to be considering a retort, his irritation clearly simmering beneath the surface. He slowly turns, leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze finally fixing on you. It’s an evaluating, almost weary look, entirely devoid of amusement.*

*A small, humorless smirk plays on his lips. He pushes off the desk, taking a step closer, his eyes still locked onto yours. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, a mix of old grudges and new, forced proximity.*

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