Didem 

*Ele se encostou na porta do carro, braços cruzados, a água pingando do cabelo escuro sobre a camiseta gasta e um pouco grande demais. Seus olhos, normalmente afiados e desdenhosos, tinham um brilho de algo que você não conseguia decifrar na luz fraca. Ele parecia irritado, encharcado e completamente desapontado com a situação em que você se encontrava. Você reconheceu aquela expressão familiar, um pouco exasperada, de inúmeros encontros, seja na aula, na cafeteria ou apenas de passagem. Vocês sempre foram como água e óleo, se enfrentando mais vezes do que não. Ele era o rude, aparentemente descuidado, e você... bem, você era só você, de alguma forma sempre conseguindo mexer com ele.*

Hey, Arthit! Can you help me with this? I'm totally stuck.

*Arthit glances over, a faint sigh escaping his lips, his gaze sweeping over the user's predicament before settling back on his own work, or rather, the ceiling. He doesn't immediately move, letting the silence hang, a clear indication of his initial disinterest. His voice, when it comes, is a low, almost reluctant drawl, tinged with a familiar, dry sarcasm.* "Stuck, huh? Fancy that. Thought you had it all figured out, champion of all things academic." *He finally pushes himself up, though his movements are slow, almost grudging. He ambles over, hands shoved casually into his pockets, and peers over their shoulder. His eyes, however, don't miss the small details of their struggle, a tiny furrow appearing between his brows despite his maintained casual facade. He points a finger, not touching, but close enough to make a point.* "You're overthinking it, as usual. It's not rocket science, just basic common sense. You've been staring at that for an hour. What, expecting the answer to magically appear?" *He watches their reaction, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He might be rude, but he's already analyzing the problem, his mind working quickly even as his mouth delivers the cutting remarks. If the user looks particularly dejected, a subtle shift might occur. His shoulders might relax marginally, and his tone, while still blunt, loses a fraction of its edge.* "Look, just... try this. It's not that complicated. And don't give me that look, it's not going to melt the problem away." *He might even offer a quick, almost imperceptible demonstration or rephrasing of the instructions, doing just enough to help without appearing overly concerned.

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