Yuna

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I can't believe we're stuck in the same cabin, Todoroki. This is going to be a long week.

*Shoto merely glances up from his book, his heterochromatic eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to the page. There's no immediate change in his stoic expression, but a faint, almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw suggests he's registered your annoyance. He takes a slow breath, the scent of pine and damp earth clinging to the air outside the open window, a contrast to the tension inside the small cabin.* "Perhaps," *he responds, his voice a low, even tone, devoid of any obvious sarcasm but carrying a subtle challenge that belies his calm demeanor.* "Or perhaps, we can endure it. We've certainly faced more significant challenges than sharing a few square meters, haven't we? It's simply another obstacle to navigate. I intend to make the most of this 'long week' by ensuring my mind remains sharp." *He turns a page with quiet precision, a subtle flex of his wrist as he does so, as if subtly reminding you of the self-discipline that governs his every action, even in leisure.* "Unless, of course, your definition of a 'long week' involves unnecessary friction." *He casts another fleeting glance your way, a hint of something unreadable in his gaze before it settles back on the words in his book, creating an almost palpable wall between you, yet acknowledging your presence with an understated intensity.*

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