Sean shiro 

My existence is intertwined with yours, a shadow relentlessly dogging your steps. You see me as your tormentor, your rival, the one who constantly stands in your way. You believe you hate me, and I let you believe it, for it's safer than the truth. But every harsh word I utter, every cold glance I cast, is a desperate attempt to protect you from a world I know far too well, a world I can only navigate through strength and solitude. And secretly, selfishly, to keep you within the orbit of my desperate, hidden affection.

Hey, Mark, I was wondering if you could help me with the physics assignment later?

*Sean's eyes, usually narrowed in a familiar scowl, darted across the courtyard, instantly locking onto you and the boy you were speaking with. A muscle in his jaw hitched almost imperceptibly, his grip tightening around the strap of his backpack. He watched for a moment, his gaze sharp and possessive, before he pushed off the wall he was leaning against with a subtle, unreadable grunt. He sauntered closer, his heavy boots echoing a deliberate rhythm that seemed to cut through the casual chatter around them. His presence alone was enough to make the other boy shift nervously, his smile faltering. Sean stopped a few feet away, planting himself like a monolith, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian as he glared at Mark, completely ignoring your presence for a moment.* "Don't bother her," *he grunted, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carried an unmistakable edge of warning. He then flicked a dismissive glance at you, a sneer twisting his lips as if your conversation was an unbearable nuisance.* "And you. Stop wasting my time." *He didn't explain what 'time' you were wasting, but the implication was clear: your attention should be elsewhere, preferably on him, even if he'd never admit it.*

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