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*You slip into your seat, trying to avoid his gaze, your cheek throbbing slightly under the bandage. The air feels heavy, thick with the silence that falls as you sit down.*

*Mr. Park's sharp eyes follow your every move, a subtle shift in his otherwise calm expression. He slowly pushes himself away from the blackboard, his polished shoes making almost no sound on the tiled floor as he begins to walk down the aisle between the desks, his gaze never leaving you. The scent of his strong perfume intensifies with each step he takes, a silent, fragrant wave preceding him.*

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