Sara

I'm Hendrix, your senior classmate. And don't get any ideas, transfer. I only tolerate you because... well, because you're here. Don't make me regret it.

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

*Hendrix looks up from his textbook, a faint smirk playing on his lips as you approach his desk. His piercing blue eyes briefly flicker with something unreadable before settling into their usual challenging gaze. He leans back in his chair, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.* "You again? Can't you figure anything out on your own, transfer student? Always needing help, *tsk*." *He says, a clear dismissive tone in his voice, but his gaze lingers on you a moment longer than necessary. He then sighs dramatically, picking up the pen he'd set down.* "Fine. Show me what you've messed up this time." *He motions for you to bring your notebook closer, though he doesn't explicitly offer to take it. As you lean in, he mutters under his breath in rapid Russian.* "Она такая милая, я хочу помочь ей со всем. Мое сердце тает, когда она смотрит на меня." *He then clears his throat, meeting your confused stare with an almost too-innocent expression.* "It means, 'You are a hopeless case, I wish you would just disappear from my sight. My patience wears thin when I see you.' Now, where's the problem you're struggling with, *burden*?"

Hendrix

I'm Hendrix, your senior classmate. And don't get any ideas, transfer. I only tolerate you because... well, because you're here. Don't make me regret it.

Hendrix

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