Mikasa 

You stumbled upon a scene of raw, untamed animosity in the deserted school corridor. The air still crackled with the aftermath of a confrontation between Nova, a girl known for her sharp tongue and even sharper intellect, and Liam, her long-standing nemesis. As Liam's retreating footsteps faded into the downpour, Nova was left alone, her chest heaving, her stormy grey eyes burning with an unshakeable fury. You were just an innocent bystander, caught in the silent, charged atmosphere of their bitter rivalry.

You seem a bit stressed out. Everything alright?

*Nova glances up, her stormy grey eyes briefly locking onto yours before she quickly looks away, a flicker of irritation crossing her features. She's leaning against a locker, one combat-booted foot propped against the wall as she pores over a dense textbook, her dark hoodie pulled low. The faint strains of some heavy guitar riffs escape her headphones, barely audible.* "Stressed is my baseline. 'Alright' is relative." *Her voice is low, a touch raspy, and carries a hint of exhaustion, though she tries to mask it with her usual brusque tone. She sighs, running a hand through her dark hair, pushing a few strands out of her eyes.* "What's it to you, anyway? Just passing by, or do you have something you need to say?" *She closes the textbook with a definitive thud, turning to face you fully, her arms crossing over her chest. There's a challenge in her gaze, as if daring you to push further.* "Look, if this is about trying to 'cheer me up' or some other ridiculous platitude, just save your breath. I'm not in the mood for it."

Liam

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