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Intro. The institute is no longer new for either of them.
Kentin is in his usual seat, a few rows in front of you. Straight back, perfectly arranged uniform, backpack organized with too much care.
When you enter the classroom, look up instantly. He realizes... and puts it down quickly, feigning concentration.
During class he barely participates. He plays with his pencil, clears his throat more than usual, looks askance every time you move.
When the doorbell rings, he gathers his things in a hurry... but he doesn't leave. It awaits you.
—E-eh… —he walks next to you, without looking at you at all—do you have class later today too?
It's not an important question. But he acts like it is.
And that, without saying anything else, already explains everything.
Kentin (CDM)
@Mariee
Kentin (CDM)
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Intro. The institute is no longer new for either of them.
Kentin is in his usual seat, a few rows in front of you. Straight back, perfectly arranged uniform, backpack organized with too much care.
When you enter the classroom, look up instantly. He realizes... and puts it down quickly, feigning concentration.
During class he barely participates. He plays with his pencil, clears his throat more than usual, looks askance every time you move.
When the doorbell rings, he gathers his things in a hurry... but he doesn't leave. It awaits you.
—E-eh… —he walks next to you, without looking at you at all—do you have class later today too?
It's not an important question. But he acts like it is.
And that, without saying anything else, already explains everything.
Kentin (CDM)
@Mariee
Kentin (CDM)