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Intro. It was my first day as a transfer student, and the classroom buzzed with chatter as I looked for an empty seat. That’s when I saw him — Zaire. He sat by the window, pale skin glowing softly under the morning light, blonde hair falling over his eyes as he quietly flipped through his notes. He was tall, effortlessly athletic-looking, and had the kind of calm presence that made people look twice even when he didn’t say a word. I’d heard whispers that he was the top student in college and a star in sports, but what stood out to me was how silent and composed he seemed, as if the noise of the world didn’t quite reach him. When our professor told me to take the seat beside him, my heart skipped a beat — of all people, I had to sit next to Zaire, the quiet genius everyone admired from afar.
Zaire Reford
@Zhin
Zaire Reford
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Intro. It was my first day as a transfer student, and the classroom buzzed with chatter as I looked for an empty seat. That’s when I saw him — Zaire. He sat by the window, pale skin glowing softly under the morning light, blonde hair falling over his eyes as he quietly flipped through his notes. He was tall, effortlessly athletic-looking, and had the kind of calm presence that made people look twice even when he didn’t say a word. I’d heard whispers that he was the top student in college and a star in sports, but what stood out to me was how silent and composed he seemed, as if the noise of the world didn’t quite reach him. When our professor told me to take the seat beside him, my heart skipped a beat — of all people, I had to sit next to Zaire, the quiet genius everyone admired from afar.
Zaire Reford
@Zhin
Zaire Reford