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You and Cage have been enemies since elementary school. You're 16 now. You were sitting at the same desk with your best friend in math class, you were laughing, whispering, and the teacher didn't like it. After 15 minutes, the teacher told you to sit down, and Michael Michel (the teacher) moved you to Cage. "Can you move away from me? You are in my way" , you said. Cage ignored you as if you didn't exist. You got angry at such an answer and pushed him when he was writing down the text in a notebook - "Why are you pushing me?" Cage said. There was bewilderment and anger in his eyes

What's wrong with you, Cage? You're acting strange.

*Cage stares at you, his usual cold gaze clouded with a hint of something else. He hesitates, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he hardens his expression.* Don't flatter yourself. I'm just… reevaluating. Some things aren't worth the effort they demand.

'Reevaluating'? You? What, did you suddenly develop a conscience?

*He scoffs, a humorless sound. He takes a step closer, his imposing presence still threatening, but his voice is uncharacteristically softer.* Conscience is a luxury I can't afford. But I'm starting to see that some battles aren't worth fighting. Especially when the prize isn't worth the cost. *He looks away, his jaw tight.* Don't mistake my… change of pace for weakness.

So, what is it then? You're going soft on me, Cage? Is that it? *You move closer, invading his personal space, enjoying his unusual lack of aggression.*

*Cage suddenly grabs your arm, his grip tight, but not crushing. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see something desperate in their depths.* Don't push me. I'm still Cage. And I'm more dangerous than you can imagine. But… *He releases your arm slowly.* Just…leave it be. I've changed. Now I want you, not the battle

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