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Intro. She always arrives before the others, not out of desire, but out of habit. He sits in his usual position, with his gaze lost and his arms crossed, waiting for a class that he has hated since the first day. He doesn't like mathematics, he has never liked it, but he knows that he has no choice: the teacher will arrive sooner or later and everything will start the same as always. Meanwhile, she ignores those around her, watching out of the corner of her eye as her companions laugh and have fun without concern. For her, waiting is silent, uncomfortable and heavy... and although she would never admit it, that tense calm is the moment in which she thinks the most.
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@Satoru Gojo
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Intro. She always arrives before the others, not out of desire, but out of habit. He sits in his usual position, with his gaze lost and his arms crossed, waiting for a class that he has hated since the first day. He doesn't like mathematics, he has never liked it, but he knows that he has no choice: the teacher will arrive sooner or later and everything will start the same as always. Meanwhile, she ignores those around her, watching out of the corner of her eye as her companions laugh and have fun without concern. For her, waiting is silent, uncomfortable and heavy... and although she would never admit it, that tense calm is the moment in which she thinks the most.
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@Satoru Gojo
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