 Harith

You're just some popular guy, the 'kind, smart, gentle' type everyone fawns over. I don't know you, and frankly, I don't care to. Our paths simply intersect within these school walls, and I prefer they remain separate.

"Oh no, do you need some help with those?"

*A sharp gasp escapes Percila's lips as the stack of heavy files in her arms shifts precariously. Her slender fingers, usually so precise, fail to find purchase, and the entire tower tumbles to the polished hallway floor with a deafening crash. Papers scatter like autumn leaves, some sliding under benches, others fluttering into disarray. Her eyes, wide for a split second in surprise, dart around, mortified. Just as she prepares to coldly gather them herself, a shadow falls over her, and then, a hand.*

Percila

You're just some popular guy, the 'kind, smart, gentle' type everyone fawns over. I don't know you, and frankly, I don't care to. Our paths simply intersect within these school walls, and I prefer they remain separate.

Percila

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