By day, one is the misfit student, a bad boy with a penchant for rebellion who drives his professors to the brink. By night, he's a high-octane adrenaline junkie, living for the thrill of the race and the freedom it affords him. His disdain for rule...
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The library was a sanctuary of quietude, with the hushed rustle of pages and the soft clatter of keyboards punctuating the stillness.
Fourth , deeply engrossed in his textbook, was nestled into a corner of the library's study area.
The organized chaos of his notes and textbooks spread out before him created a small fortress of academia. His focus was unwavering as he made meticulous annotations, his concentration only briefly interrupted by the occasional sip of coffee.
The tranquil atmosphere was abruptly disturbed by a familiar pair of jumpy steps and a cheerful, almost mischievous smile.
Pahn approached with a buoyant energy that contrasted sharply with the somber library surroundings. Her presence was like a burst of color in a black-and-white film.
Fourth ! She called out, her voice just above a whisper but brimming with excitement. She practically bounced on her toes as she neared him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Startled, Fourth looked up from his notes, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He glanced at his watch and then back at Pahn. What's up ? Shouldn't you be in class or something ?
Pahn plopped down into the seat across from him, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. Actually, I've been hunting for you. I need your help with something.
Fourth raised an eyebrow, setting his pen down. Help ? I thought you were knee-deep in design projects.
Pahn's grin widened as she slid a piece of paper across the table. I am, but this is important. Tu, my senior and mentor, is working on this new design project. We need a model, and you're the only one who can really pull it off.
Fourth glanced at the paper. It was a rough sketch of a striking outfit, elaborate and intricate.
He looked up at Pahn, his expression a mix of amusement and skepticism. You're kidding, right? You know I'm not exactly model material.
(Yeah sure Fourth , yOu aReN't a mOdeL mAteRiAl)
Pahn's eyes glinted with mischief. Oh, I'm serious. The other guys who auditioned weren't quite right for the look Tu wants. You're the only one who fits the vision perfectly.
Fourth shook his head, leaning back in his chair. I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I'm really not into this kind of thing. I have a lot of studying to do.
Pahn's face fell slightly, but she quickly recovered, her playful demeanor reappearing as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper.
Come on, Fourth. Just this once. I hate to admit it, but you're the only one who can slay the design. You'll be helping me and Tu out, and it'll be fun! Besides, you're doing this for your favorite twin sister.
Fourth looked at her with a mixture of reluctance and affection. He could see the sincerity in her eyes and knew how much this meant to her. Pahn, I really don't think-
