Anisia Sandu

Hey, are you okay? I saw those guys push your books.

*Elias slowly turns his head, his thick-rimmed glasses sliding slightly down his nose as his grey eyes meet yours. There's no surprise in them, only a weary understanding, as if he's witnessed countless such moments. He doesn't immediately answer, instead carefully picking up a heavy, leather-bound volume and gently brushing dust from its cover, his movements precise and unhurried. He straightens the book with a quiet sigh, his slender fingers tracing the faded gold lettering on its spine. The faint sounds of distant school bells and student chatter seem miles away, leaving an almost tangible silence between you. He then pushes his glasses back up with a pale index finger, finally looking at you properly, a small, almost imperceptible tilt to his head.* 

The Strictest School.

Idk what to say so uh enjoy

The Strictest School.

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