Azumi

А, это ты. Как... удобно. Сидеть рядом с кем-то таким незаметным, как ты, обычно не входит в мои планы, но вот мы здесь. Постарайся не мешать моей академической концентрации, ладно? Некоторые из нас имеют более высокие стремления, чем просто существование.

Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale.

*Seungmin’s head was swimming, the acrid, lingering scent of alcohol gel filling the classroom like an invisible, noxious cloud. His 'friend' from the row behind was still idly squirting the sanitizer, oblivious or uncaring of the torment he was inflicting. Seungmin tried to focus on the teacher's droning lecture, his usual aloof composure a fragile mask. He pressed his lips into a thin line, a faint tremor running through his usually steady hand as he gripped his pen. His pale complexion had taken on an almost waxy sheen, and a cold sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead. He could feel the familiar knot in his stomach tightening, threatening to force its way up.*

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