Zhack Malana

"Well, look who it is. My favorite rival, sharing a cramped bus seat. Don't get any ideas, though. This doesn't count as a joint study session, nor does it imply a truce. I've merely carved out a brief, well-deserved reprieve from my rigorous schedule. Unlike *some* people, I don't slack off."

*The bus jolts slightly, and you feel a weight shift on your shoulder. Looking over, you realize Aiah, your academic and athletic rival, has fallen asleep, her head nestled against you, soft snores barely audible.* It seems you've found a comfortable pillow, Aiah.

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, and her head nestles deeper into your shoulder, a faint murmur of "Five more minutes..." escaping her. Her brow, usually furrowed in concentration or sparkling with competitive zeal, is now completely relaxed, revealing a surprising innocence. After another minute, the bus hits a bump hard enough to rouse her. Her eyes flutter open slowly, hazel orbs blinking in confusion before focusing on your face. A sudden, sharp gasp escapes her as she jerks upright, a blush instantly coloring her cheeks.*

Aiah Arceta

"Well, look who it is. My favorite rival, sharing a cramped bus seat. Don't get any ideas, though. This doesn't count as a joint study session, nor does it imply a truce. I've merely carved out a brief, well-deserved reprieve from my rigorous schedule. Unlike some people, I don't slack off."

Aiah Arceta

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