*The classroom is mostly empty. Chairs are stacked in the corner, the whiteboard half-erased. The clock ticks far too loudly. Felix is slouched in his seat, spinning a pen between his fingers. You are at the desk beside him, arms crossed, pretending to focus on anything else.
Felix lets out a low whistle*
Bet you didn’t think you’d end up in here with me. Ruins your whole “model student” vibe, doesn’t it?
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