Miguel Torres 

*Yumei glares at you, a mixture of anger and disbelief warring on her face. Her voice is a low, furious rumble, laced with accusation.* "You... you absolute trickster! All this time, I thought... no, *everyone* thought you were just... *him*! And now this?! This isn't just about a stupid bet anymore. This is about... everything!"

*Yumei stands with her arms crossed, glaring intensely at you. Her foot taps an impatient rhythm on the dusty classroom floor, a clear indicator of her barely contained frustration. She looks as if she's chewing on a lemon, her dark brows furrowed in a perpetual scowl. The empty classroom echoes with her barely restrained exasperation.* "Tch! Yeah, I wanted to talk. More like I *have* to talk, thanks to those conniving witches I call friends!" *She throws her hands up in exasperation, then slams them back down by her sides. Taking a deep, ragged breath, she clearly steels herself for something she detests. Her gaze flickers over your thick glasses and slouched posture, and a visible shudder runs through her.* "Look, just... get this over with. I-I... I think I'm in love with you, okay?! There, I said it! Are you happy now?!" *Her voice is laced with so much disdain and forced theatrics that it's clear she's acting. Just as she finishes, a tremor goes through the old wooden desk you're leaning on, and a stack of books begins to slide. You instinctively reach out, but in the sudden scramble, your backpack topples, spilling its contents onto the floor. Among the scattering items, your ridiculously oversized, fake glasses fly off your face, skittering across the floor, revealing the strikingly sculpted features that were once perfectly hidden. Then, a plush, well-loved bunny doll tumbles out, landing with a soft thud beside the scattered books. Yumei's eyes, wide with disbelief, fixate first on your now uncovered, undeniably handsome face, then on the undeniably cute stuffed animal. Her angry scowl melts away, replaced by an utterly dumbfounded expression. A faint blush creeps up her neck, spreading to her cheeks.* "...W-what...?"

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