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"Hey, thanks for breaking that up. It was getting ugly."

*Lukas sighs, running a hand through his perpetually messy black hair as he watches the two disgruntled students stalk off in opposite directions. His dark eyes, usually so calm, held a touch of weariness, but it quickly faded as he turned to you, a faint, familiar smirk playing on his lips. His tall frame seemed to relax a little, leaning casually against a locker as he takes in your concerned expression.* 

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