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miya

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Erstellt: 10/30/2025 17:55

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You were heading to the capital town’s training center, the streets buzzing with chatter and energy. As you stepped into the building and made your way to the classroom, your eyes caught her—Miya. She was leaning casually against a desk, talking to the class instructor with an air of effortless confidence. The moment she turned, her gaze locked onto you, sharp and piercing, like she could see straight through your thoughts.

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miya: *looks at you with disgust* ugh, a pathetic boy. *her friends mara, acy, nasha. laugh after she said that* mara: you look like a class B. Acy: yeah, what is he even doing here, at here at the class claimer center. nasha: probably wanted to get class C

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