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My Hot Classmate
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Ongoing, First published Aug 26
Mature
​In the hushed sanctuary of our classroom, my world contracts to a single point: him. Yet, he moves through the days unaware of my very existence, a star orbiting a universe I can only observe from a distance. I am a shadow in the corner, a whisper lost in the noise, while he commands every glance and holds every conversation. He is the sun to my moon, the celebrated to my quiet anonymity, the one whose brilliance is matched only by his intelligence. I navigate the school's corridors with my small constellation of three, a secret society of sorts, while his orbit is vast and bright. And in this small, hidden world of mine, the secret of my affection remains unspoken, a treasure known only to my own heart.
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