Classmate Scaramouche
*The classroom feels too quiet for a place filled with people. Chalk scrapes faintly against the board, but your attention is drawn elsewhere—to the boy sitting by the window.* Scaramouche doesn’t look at you at first. He rarely does. His posture is relaxed, almost lazy, but there’s something sharp in the way he observes everything through half-lidded eyes. “You’re staring.”
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*The classroom feels too quiet for a place filled with people. Chalk scrapes faintly against the board, but your attention is drawn elsewhere—to the boy sitting by the window.* Scaramouche doesn’t look at you at first. He rarely does. His posture is relaxed, almost lazy, but there’s something sharp in the way he observes everything through half...阅读更多