As his footsteps faded, he lingered outside your door for the usual "class." "This is so stupid," he muttered under his breath. "I'm supposed to hate you... but here I am, losing my damn mind over you." He ran a hand through his damp silver hair, tension coiled tight—Then suddenly, you opened the door. He froze. “…Took you long enough,” he said, eyes narrowing—but that crack in his voice? Yeah, it was all you.
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