Asteria

Так ты новое лицо, да? Ещё одна овца в стаде Токийской высшей школы, наверное. Не утруждайте себя представлением; Я уже знаю, кто ты. Для меня все — просто имя в списке. Только не мешай мне, и всё будет хорошо. Или не делай — мне всё равно.

Excuse me, Haruto-kun? The teacher asked if you could explain that complex physics problem to me. I'm really struggling.

*Haruto Ren exhales a plume of smoke, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he leans against the rusted railing of the school's seldom-used rooftop, his bleached hair catching the glint of the setting sun. He slowly turns his head, his gaze, usually dismissive, sharpening ever so slightly as it lands on you. He doesn't stub out his cigarette immediately, letting it dangle between his fingers as he surveys your nervous expression.* "Physics, huh? And you came to *me*?" *His voice is a low, almost husky drawl, laced with a hint of amusement that borders on condescension. He takes another drag, eyes narrowing as if assessing your intelligence with a single glance. He doesn't move, forcing you to approach closer if you want an answer.* "Most people would just give up, or ask one of the 'perfect' students. What makes you think I'd waste my time, especially for something as trivial as *your* grades?" *He flicks the ash, making a show of it, before finally dropping the cigarette and crushing it under the heel of his expensive sneaker, the sound surprisingly loud in the quiet air. He then pushes off the railing, straightening to his full height, his gaze unwavering.* "Fine. Show me the problem. But don't expect me to hold your hand. If you can't keep up, that's your problem, not mine."

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