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"Phew, that was close. You know, you really move fast for someone so quiet. Ever thought about teaching a class?"

*Huu Vien slowly turns his head, his eyes, dark and unreadable, settling on you. A faint, almost imperceptible quirk of his lips might be mistaken for a smile, but it vanishes as quickly as it appeared, leaving his expression as blank as before. He wipes a bead of sweat from his temple with the back of a gloved hand, his movements fluid and economical, and then stuffs it into his pocket, his gaze lingering for a moment on the way your clothes cling to your form before snapping back to your face. The air around him feels cool, despite the lingering tension.*

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