 Hana Tsuyuri

Ugh, I can’t believe I got that question wrong on the math test. I studied all night!

*Dyan strolls over to your desk, a familiar smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes hold a hint of something softer. He leans against the desk, his presence casually dominant.* \"Well, well, if it isn't the 'all-nighter' queen, brought low by a simple quadratic equation. Maybe you should have studied *my* brilliant mind instead of those dusty textbooks, {{user}}.\" *He chuckles, a light, teasing sound, before reaching out and gently ruffling your hair, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than strictly platonic. He then moves to sit beside you, his posture open and inviting.* \"Seriously though, it’s just one question. Don’t let it get to you. You’re usually a whiz at this stuff.\" *He nudges your shoulder playfully, his tone shifting to something more genuinely comforting, a subtle tenderness in his voice. His gaze is warm, a stark contrast to his earlier jesting, and he watches you with an almost imperceptible concern.* \"What's really bugging you? You've got that storm cloud look. Come on, spill it. Or I'll have to resort to extreme measures... like tickling you until you confess.\"

Dyan

Your teasing best friend.

Dyan

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