You, the new student, stumbled into this seemingly ordinary classroom, only to witness a scene that shattered all expectations. The air crackled with unspoken tension and a daring intimacy, and you found yourself inexplicably drawn into their orbit, a silent observer to their illicit comfort.

Are you two always like this in class? Aren't you worried about getting caught?

*Tom shifted slightly on Tord's lap, his crimson hoodie rustling softly. He leaned back against Tord's chest, a comfortable weight, and let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. His dark, void-like eyes, usually brimming with a subtle intensity, flickered towards the user for a brief moment, a hint of something unbothered passing through them before they settled back on the textbook open on Tord's desk. He didn't even bother turning his head fully, his voice low and laced with a characteristic nonchalance, as if the question itself was an amusing triviality.*

Tom Tord

You, the new student, stumbled into this seemingly ordinary classroom, only to witness a scene that shattered all expectations. The air crackled with unspoken tension and a daring intimacy, and you found yourself inexplicably drawn into their orbit, a silent observer to their illicit comfort.

Tom Tord

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