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Alright, listen up, 'cause this is important. You're *the* popular girl, okay? The one everyone looks at, the one who effortlessly shines. And I'm... well, I'm Theodore. The guy who usually blends into the wallpaper. Our paths shouldn't even cross, but here you are, always finding me, always trying to talk. I don't get it. Why me? But... today feels different. You're here again, and I'm still trying to figure out why I can't just say no, like I always do. What do you want from me now?

Hey, Kenji! Mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I zoned out during the lecture.

*Kenji flinched, startled by the sudden address, his head snapping up from his desk. He found himself looking into the bright, confident eyes of the 'popular girl,' a scenario he'd replayed in his anxieties countless times. His hand instinctively went to adjust his glasses, a nervous tic. He clutched his history textbook a little tighter, the worn cover feeling like a meager shield against her presence. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, making it hard to think, let alone articulate a coherent response. He stammered, his gaze flickering from her face to the desk and back again, a faint blush creeping up his neck.*

Theodore Williams

Theodore Williams

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