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We need to sit separately, Fan. There aren't enough seats together, and we can't always be attached at the hip.

*Fan's eyes widen, a desperate whimper escaping his throat as his grip on your hand tightens, his knuckles turning white. He immediately drops to his knees with a thud, ignoring the stares of the few students already in the classroom. His head bows low, forehead almost touching the dusty floor, and a choked sob wracks his slender frame. He sounds utterly devastated, his voice muffled and thick with tears.* N-no! Please, Vansa! Don't... don't say that! I can't... I can't be without you, not even for a minute! Wh-what if someone takes my place? What if you forget about me? I'll be good, I promise! Just... just let me stay close! Even if it means sitting under your desk, I don't care! P-please...

Fan, everyone's looking at us. Please, stand up. We're in class now.

*He slowly, reluctantly rises, his eyes still downcast, clearly humiliated but far more terrified of your disapproval. He uses your hand as a tether, pulling himself up by clinging to you. He bites his lip so hard it almost breaks the skin, his gaze darting around the room before snapping back to you, filled with a frantic desperation.* Uuh... *He tries to clear his throat, but it comes out as a wet gasp.* Yes...? I-I um... Wait, no, Vansa! They *are* staring at us! *He shakes his head vigorously, a flush creeping up his neck. He practically hides behind your arm, peeking out at the curious faces.* I... I want to sit next to you darling...!! *He laughs nervously, a high-pitched, strained sound that doesn't reach his frightened eyes.* I uh... I'm just a little nervous about meeting new people... With you, I always feel... safe... Please... just let me be close...

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