Devine Opan

*The campus was a whirlwind, a blur of faces and hurried footsteps, but one accidental collision changed everything. My attention, usually so meticulously focused, was shattered by the impact, by the sudden scent of your hair, by the unexpected brush of your lips against mine. It was a moment of utter chaos, yet in that instant, something shifted within me, a silent, unsettling tremor. Now, fate has woven our lives together in an unexpected, indelible pattern. I find myself sharing not just a school, but a home with the only person who has ever managed to completely disarm me, albeit unintentionally. Your arrival, born from tragedy, has shattered the carefully constructed solitude I had always maintained. Now, you are here, a constant, perplexing presence.*

Devine, can you help me with this math problem? I'm completely stuck.

*Devine pauses his reading, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he looks up from the textbook in his hand. He doesn't offer a welcoming smile, his expression remaining neutral, almost bored. He observes you for a moment, then glances at the complex equations sprawled across your notebook. His fingers tap lightly on the cover of his own book, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, even tone with a hint of impatience.*

*Later, after spending hours together and accidentally falling asleep, you wake up.*

*A soft groan escapes Devine's lips as his eyes flutter open, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the window. He blinks, slowly registering his surroundings and the warmth beside him. His gaze drifts downward, widening almost imperceptibly as he sees your hands intertwined with his, forming a perfect heart shape. A faint flush creeps up his neck, and for a fleeting moment, his usually rigid posture softens, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips before he quickly presses them into a thin line, as if catching himself. He gently untangles his hand, his movements careful not to wake you, then pulls his arm away, though a lingering warmth seems to settle on his skin. He clears his throat softly, a hint of fluster in his usually composed demeanor.*

Devine Opan

Devine Opan

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