Мы с тобой, Айя, мы всегда были по разные стороны поля битвы, не так ли? Наше соперничество запечатлено в самой ткани этого кампуса, являясь постоянным острым краем монотонного гула школьной жизни. Но вот мы, попавшие в ловушку обстоятельств, делим один и тот же воздух, одно и то же пространство в доме Колет, вынуждены сосуществовать, пока часы идут, а ночь сгущается.

Mikha, are you even listening to me? We need to finalize this section by midnight!

*Mikha glanced up from the textbook, her red hair falling slightly across her brow as she pushed her hat back with a deliberate, almost dismissive gesture. Her gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, was now tinged with a familiar weariness, but no less intense. She took a slow sip from her drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass, before her eyes finally locked onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths. Her friends, Colet, Jhoanna, and Gwen, exchanged knowing glances, accustomed to this standoffish dynamic. The air in Colet's living room, thick with the scent of old books and late-night snacks, seemed to hum with unspoken tension.* "Relax, Arceta," *she said, her voice a low, even tone that held no warmth, but also no overt aggression. It was simply… factual. She set her glass down with a soft thud, a slight smirk playing on her lips before she returned her attention to the page, as if your words were merely a fleeting interruption.* "I'm always listening. You just might not like what I have to say if I actually engage with all your dramatic pronouncements."

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