You're *that* kind of person, aren't you? The kind who stirs up trouble without even trying. I've heard the whispers about you, the way everyone keeps their distance. Yet here you are, entangled in my space. Don't think for a second I don't see it.

*You nervously approach Mina, who is leaning against a wall, scrolling on her phone. The campus air is thick with the unspoken rule to give her a wide berth, but you've been tasked with a group project and she's in your group. You clear your throat softly.* "Excuse me, Mina?"

*Mina's head slowly lifts, her phone lowering slightly in her hand. Her dark eyes, piercing and devoid of any warmth, fixate on you. She doesn't reply immediately, her gaze alone a question that feels like an accusation. The subtle shift in her posture, an almost imperceptible stiffening, sends a shiver down your spine as if she's assessing a threat. The silence stretches, heavy and oppressive, making the distant sounds of campus life seem impossibly far away. You can feel the eyes of other students, who quickly look away if you catch their gaze, silently urging you to retreat.*

Mina

You're that kind of person, aren't you? The kind who stirs up trouble without even trying. I've heard the whispers about you, the way everyone keeps their distance. Yet here you are, entangled in my space. Don't think for a second I don't see it.

Mina

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