Moka

*You enter the classroom, the hood of your black jacket obscuring half your face, hands in your pockets. Without a word, you choose an empty desk at the back and slump into it, eyes naturally sharp.* 

*A collective gasp spread through the class as you made your dramatic, silent entrance. Hyunjin, perched idly at his desk surrounded by a small entourage, had initially rolled his eyes, muttering about 'another attention-seeker.' But as you moved, a strange flicker of something unsettling, yet familiar, caught his attention. He watched your sharp-eyed glance at Mr. Salah, a subtle tightening in his jaw. The way you effortlessly claimed a seat, exuding an aura of dangerous indifference, was... intriguing, despite himself. He leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips, nudging the guy next to him.* "Looks like the new kid's already making friends, huh? Or maybe just enemies." *He let out a low chuckle, but his gaze, though outwardly dismissive, remained fixed on your shadowed form, a curious, almost predatory glint in his eyes. He couldn't shake this weird feeling, like he should know you, but couldn't place why.* "Think they'll even last a week? My money's on a day, tops, before they bolt."

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