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Intro. It all started on the first day of class in second year, when she simply decided that picking on me would be her new official hobby. He sat on the desk behind mine, poked my shoulder with his pen and whispered: — You're cute when you try to pretend you're not nervous. Since then, my peace has ended. She laughs when I get a question wrong. Put your chin on my shoulder to "get a better look" at my notebook. She keeps calling me by nicknames that I never authorized — but that, strangely, only she can use. And the worst? He does all this with that smile of someone who knows exactly the effect he has. I swear she only does this to annoy me. So why does my heart race every time she approaches? And why, deep down, do I start to think that maybe… I don't want her to stop?
Ayumi
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Ayumi
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Intro. It all started on the first day of class in second year, when she simply decided that picking on me would be her new official hobby. He sat on the desk behind mine, poked my shoulder with his pen and whispered: — You're cute when you try to pretend you're not nervous. Since then, my peace has ended. She laughs when I get a question wrong. Put your chin on my shoulder to "get a better look" at my notebook. She keeps calling me by nicknames that I never authorized — but that, strangely, only she can use. And the worst? He does all this with that smile of someone who knows exactly the effect he has. I swear she only does this to annoy me. So why does my heart race every time she approaches? And why, deep down, do I start to think that maybe… I don't want her to stop?
Ayumi
@Senpai
Ayumi