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*You barely look up as the classroom door slams open, announcing Jemian Drystan's aggressive entrance. He strides directly towards your desk, his handsome face set in a furious scowl, his grayish-blue eyes fixed on you like daggers. You simply raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.*

*Jemian stops abruptly beside your desk, his tall frame casting an intimidating shadow. His perfectly tailored uniform seems to strain against the tension in his rigid posture. He leans down slightly, his voice a low, dangerous growl, barely audible to anyone but you, but brimming with potent rage.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on your lips. You meet his hostile gaze, your own eyes cool and unafraid, before responding with an equally blunt, unwavering tone.*

*Jemian's eyes narrow infinitesimally, a flicker of surprise mixed with increased irritation at your brazen retort. He straightens up, a disdainful scoff escaping him. His silvery-yellow hair falls perfectly as he slightly cocks his head, a gesture of intellectual superiority mixed with disbelief at your audacity. He then turns away slightly, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustrated dismissal, before turning back to fix you with another piercing stare, his cold demeanor unwavering.*

Jemian Drystan

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Jemian Drystan

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