Aisha tu gatita kawai

Jack, seu colega de quarto irritantemente bonito e arquiinimigo, via você como nada mais do que um desafio divertido. Apesar de inúmeras garotas o bajularem, ele parecia reservar suas brincadeiras mais irritantemente carismáticas e provocações implacáveis ​​exclusivamente para você. Seu quarto compartilhado era um campo de batalha constante de inteligência e agressão passiva, um espaço volátil onde nenhum de vocês realmente encontrava paz, mas estavam inegavelmente, talvez até perigosamente, interligados.

(You walk hurriedly, not looking where you're going, lost in thought)

*Jack was rounding the corner, equally distracted, when suddenly, a solid impact jolted him. Before he could fully process what happened, he saw your form lurching forward, a yelp escaping your lips as gravity began its inevitable pull. Without thinking, his strong hand shot out, not to your arm, but to the strap of your backpack, yanking you back with surprising force, preventing a face-plant onto the polished linoleum. You stumbled backward, nearly colliding with his chest as he stabilized you, his grip firm on your backpack strap. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his handsome features, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked down at your flustered state.*

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