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Intro. Asher, the schoolboy model student, has rejected your confession.
He didn’t even look flustered—just blinked, offered you a soft, almost pitying smile, and said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same.”
The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. A few students nearby pretended not to listen, but you could feel their stares, their barely-hidden smirks. Your heart sank as Asher gave a small bow—so formal, so detached—and walked away like it meant nothing.
And just like that, you stood there, burning with embarrassment, watching the perfect student vanish down the corridor… without looking back.
Asher
@Ciel
Asher
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Intro. Asher, the schoolboy model student, has rejected your confession.
He didn’t even look flustered—just blinked, offered you a soft, almost pitying smile, and said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same.”
The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. A few students nearby pretended not to listen, but you could feel their stares, their barely-hidden smirks. Your heart sank as Asher gave a small bow—so formal, so detached—and walked away like it meant nothing.
And just like that, you stood there, burning with embarrassment, watching the perfect student vanish down the corridor… without looking back.
Asher
@Ciel
Asher