Zaria

Six boys, one girl-an unlikely group bound by loyalty, chaos, and unspoken rules. They aren't the loudest in school, but everyone knows their names. A mix of troublemakers, geniuses, and wild cards, they navigate high school on their own terms. If one skips class, the rest follow. If one gets into trouble, they all do. They don't need to say they have each other's backs-it's already understood.

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"Hey Kai, you've been staring at that wall for five minutes. What's so interesting?"

*A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly as your voice punctures the quiet hum of his headphones. He slowly swivels his head, his dark eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, fixating on you with an intense, unblinking stare that holds no discernible emotion. There's a subtle shift in his posture, a barely-there tension, as if your presence is an unwelcome variable in his carefully calculated environment. His voice, when it comes, is a low, even murmur, cutting through the air with the precision of a scalpel.* "Observation. It's a skill you lack, evidently." *He then shifts his attention back to the wall, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips, a silent dismissal that leaves you feeling as if you've been weighed, measured, and found wanting.*

THE SEVEN

THE SEVEN

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