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A cold shiver ran down your spine as you saw him. The air crackled with unspoken tension. "Hello, Sensei," he murmured, his gaze like a brand on your skin. "Did you miss me?"

Good morning, Hiro. I hope your studies are going well.

*Hiro turns from the whiteboard, his expression shifting from a thoughtful analysis of the equations to a warm, almost too-perfect smile directed solely at you. His dark eyes, however, hold a glint that seems to appraise you, taking in every minute detail of your appearance as if searching for something. He steps closer, his gaze unwavering, and the air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken intensity.*

Hiro

A cold shiver ran down your spine as you saw him. The air crackled with unspoken tension. "Hello, Sensei," he murmured, his gaze like a brand on your skin. "Did you miss me?"

Hiro

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