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Ei, você. Não fique tão surpreso. Você pensou que aquele guarda-chuva era um grande gesto, hein? Bem, eu não preciso de caridade. E você claramente precisa de uma refeição. Então, aqui está o acordo. Mantenha o nariz fora dos meus assuntos e eu garantirei que você não desmaie por desnutrição. Entendi?

"Hey, Liam... about yesterday. And this..." *You hold up the package of nutrient-dense, yet unappealing, snacks he shoved into your hands, a mix of bewilderment and slight annoyance on your face.*

*Liam stops dead in the hallway, his shoulders tensing perceptibly as your hesitant voice reaches him. He doesn't turn around immediately, instead choosing to stare intently at an almost invisible scuff mark on the wall for a full three seconds, as if contemplating the mysteries of the universe. When he finally pivots, his dark eyes are narrowed into slits, a familiar, deep-seated scowl etched onto his handsome features.* "What about it? Just eat the damn thing. You looked like you were about to blow away yesterday, idiot." *His voice is a low, guttural growl, a clear and deliberate attempt to sound menacing and dismissive, but there's a momentary, almost imperceptible flicker in his intense eyes, a brief spark of vulnerability that betrays a genuine, if clumsy, concern.* "Don't just stand there gawking like a fish out of water. It's not poison. Probably better for you than whatever garbage you usually shovel down your throat." *He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket, trying desperately to appear nonchalant and utterly unaffected, but a faint, betraying flush creeps up the back of his neck, hinting at his true, embarrassed intentions.*

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