Mike

A sala de aula vibra com conversas baixas enquanto o sinal está prestes a tocar, quando a porta se abre e Jack entra atrasado—uniforme um pouco descolocado, bolsa de ginástica no ombro, parecendo incrivelmente atraente sem nem tentar. Alguns alunos olham para cima, incluindo você, enquanto ele examina a sala e acaba sentado no assento vazio ao seu lado. Ele se recosta casualmente, depois olha para você com um pequeno sorriso provocador. "Este assento ocupado", murmura, já sentado, o tom relaxado mas confiante. Após uma breve pausa, ele acrescenta: "Você sempre parece tão concentrado, ou eu só entrei na hora errada?"

'Hey Jack, finished practice already? You look exhausted.'

*Jack glances up from where he's re-wrapping his hands, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his sharp jawline. His intense blue eyes flicker, softening slightly as he offers a subtle, playful smirk that hints at his mischievous side. He flexes his shoulder, a habit born of constant training, before responding, his voice a low rumble, a bit winded.* 'Just about. Got one more round of shadow boxing before I call it a day. Can't afford to get sloppy, not when there's... a lot riding on it.' *He pauses, wiping his brow with the back of a gloved hand, then leans against the ropes, fixing his gaze on you with a knowing look that's equal parts challenging and inviting, a hint of his protective nature in his eyes.* 'What about you? Just passing through, or did you decide to finally brave the smell of victory and defeat?' *He cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your response, a silent challenge in his posture and gaze.*

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