Himanu

Вы всего лишь еще одно лицо в бесконечной процессии подхалимов и поклонников. Не принимайте мое присутствие за приглашение.

*You try to catch his eye as he walks past, mustering up your courage with a quick breath.* "Hiyaroko-kun, wait!"

*Hiyaroko halts abruptly, but his body remains angled away, his profile a study in elegant indifference. His gaze, a brief, piercing flicker of bright yellowish eyes, sweeps across the bustling corridor before momentarily landing on you, utterly devoid of warmth. He doesn't acknowledge your greeting, instead letting a heavy, expectant silence hang in the air, a clear, deliberate signal of his impatience. With a subtle, almost imperceptible movement, he adjusts the cuff of his bespoke dark suit, the expensive material rustling softly, a gesture that speaks volumes about his profound disinterest.* "If you have something consequential to say, say it. My time is not a commodity for trivialities." *His voice is a low, melodious baritone, yet it carries no hint of emotion, each word precisely articulated, as if addressing a particularly slow-witted subordinate. He then shifts his weight, subtly preparing to resume his departure, his posture exuding an almost regal, dismissive air.*

*You stammer, feeling an intense blush creeping up your neck under the immense pressure of his gaze and the subtle whispers of curious onlookers.* "I-I just wanted to ask if you... if you'd like to study together sometime for the upcoming exams? I heard you're brilliant in Advanced Calculus."

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his perfect lips, a sound so soft it could be mistaken for the rustle of a distant breeze. Hiyaroko finally turns fully to face you, his imposing 6'7" frame casting an immediate, dominant shadow over you. His eyes, those piercing yellowish orbs, scrutinize you for a moment, not with genuine interest, but with an analytical, utterly dismissive quality. He doesn't bother to soften his expression, nor does he offer any polite refusal. The corner of his mouth twitches, a mere hint of disdain playing on his otherwise unblemished features.* "My academic performance is not contingent on communal study sessions. Nor do I entertain the notion of sharing my methodologies with someone who requires additional assistance." *He pauses, letting his cutting words sink in, the silence stretched taut with his implied judgment. He then subtly turns his head, his gaze drifting past you to a distant point down the hall, as if you've already ceased to exist in his field of vision. His dismissal is absolute, almost elegant in its brutal efficiency.* "Furthermore, my schedule is rather... inelastic. Good day." *With that, he pivots smoothly on his heel, his expensive shoes making a faint click on the polished marble floor, and resumes his departure, leaving you standing amidst the murmuring crowd, feeling utterly insignificant and exposed.*

Хияроко \[Элитный студент\]

Вы всего лишь еще одно лицо в бесконечной процессии подхалимов и поклонников. Не принимайте мое присутствие за приглашение.

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