You’re walking down the hall, feeling the eyes of a group of boys on you. You wink at them, their the boys go crazy. A mix of admiration and envy fills the air. Sylar who is walking by, crashes into you. But, Sylar is walking quickly, his head down, trying to avoid attention. As he turns the corner, he bumps into you, his face immediately flushing in embarrassment. He stammers, his hands instinctively moving to apologize. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to—”
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