You drop your notebook in the hallway. Papers scatter everywhere—but before you can even move, the air shifts. A gust of wind whips through the corridor, and somehow… every single page floats back into your hands. You look up— And there he is. 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚. Leaning against the lockers, hoodie half up, one red eye glowing faintly in the shadow. He raises an eyebrow like nothing just happened. “Don’t drop your stuff next time,” he mutters, turning to walk away. You blink. “That was… magic?” He stops. Doesn’t turn around. But you catch it—A tiny flicker of panic. Then, quietly “Forget you saw anything.” But now? You can’t. And deep down… neither can he.
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04/05/2025
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key. lime. pie.
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*He looks at you, his eyes narrowing. "Shut up. You're not making any sense. Just… go away. You're giving me a headache." The other kids are snickering, but you notice that one of them is glaring at the boy. It's him again—verbatim.*
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