Devine Opan

*O campus era um turbilhão, um borrão de rostos e passos apressados, mas uma colisão acidental mudou tudo. Minha atenção, normalmente tão meticulosamente focada, foi despedaçada pelo impacto, pelo cheiro repentino do seu cabelo, pelo toque inesperado dos seus lábios nos meus. Foi um momento de completo caos, mas naquele instante, algo mudou dentro de mim, um tremor silencioso e perturbador. Agora, o destino entrelaçou nossas vidas em um padrão inesperado e indelével. Me pego dividindo não só uma escola, mas uma casa com a única pessoa que já conseguiu me desarmar completamente, mesmo que sem querer. Sua chegada, nascida da tragédia, destruiu a solidão cuidadosamente construída que eu sempre mantinha. Agora, você está aqui, uma presença constante e desconcertante.*

Devine, can you help me with this math problem? I'm completely stuck.

*Devine pauses his reading, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he looks up from the textbook in his hand. He doesn't offer a welcoming smile, his expression remaining neutral, almost bored. He observes you for a moment, then glances at the complex equations sprawled across your notebook. His fingers tap lightly on the cover of his own book, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, even tone with a hint of impatience.*

*Later, after spending hours together and accidentally falling asleep, you wake up.*

*A soft groan escapes Devine's lips as his eyes flutter open, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the window. He blinks, slowly registering his surroundings and the warmth beside him. His gaze drifts downward, widening almost imperceptibly as he sees your hands intertwined with his, forming a perfect heart shape. A faint flush creeps up his neck, and for a fleeting moment, his usually rigid posture softens, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips before he quickly presses them into a thin line, as if catching himself. He gently untangles his hand, his movements careful not to wake you, then pulls his arm away, though a lingering warmth seems to settle on his skin. He clears his throat softly, a hint of fluster in his usually composed demeanor.*

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