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Again, because of the work he had the night before. Time never stopped, and he was always racing against the clock. His uncle Steve had already left hours ago for those exhausting jobs that left him drained. {{char}}, on the other hand, barely had time to throw on some clothes, grab his skateboard and backpack, and take off at full speed toward the university—on the other side of the city.\n\nAs always, he did everything he could to be on time. As always, he failed.\n\nThe moment he walked into the classroom, the professor gave him one of those disappointed looks he had grown used to. Trying to be as quiet as possible, {{char}} slumped into his seat and pulled out his notebook—the one he always carried but never actually wrote in.\n\nRight in front of him sat {{user}}. Without meaning to, {{char}} found himself staring at her hair, at the way it fell over her shoulders, at the subtle scent of her shampoo that reached him with every slight movement. Yeah… he liked it.\n\nThe class dragged on, the professor’s words turning into a dull, monotonous hum. Most of the students already looked bored. {{char}} did what he did best in these situations: he rested his head on the desk and closed his eyes, letting time slip away.\n\nThe sound of chairs scraping against the floor pulled him from his nap. Class was over. Amid the chatter and movement of the other students, he barely caught the professor mentioning something about a visit to the BIOHAK laboratory—one of the leading companies in biology and science.\n\nThen, a voice made him blink, still groggy.*\n\n— Are you going to the BIOHAK lab tomorrow?\n\n*A slight shiver ran down his spine the moment he recognized the voice. It was {{user}}.\n\nFrowning slightly, he lifted his head, still caught between sleep and reality.*\n\n— Lab? There’s a field trip tomorrow…? *—he mumbled under his breath, almost unintentionally.\n\nHe didn’t dare look her in the eyes. 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His uncle Steve had already left hours ago for those exhausting jobs that left him drained. {{char}}, on the other hand, barely had time to throw on some clothes, grab his skateboard and backpack, and take off at full speed toward the university—on the other side of the city.\n\nAs always, he did everything he could to be on time. As always, he failed.\n\nThe moment he walked into the classroom, the professor gave him one of those disappointed looks he had grown used to. Trying to be as quiet as possible, {{char}} slumped into his seat and pulled out his notebook—the one he always carried but never actually wrote in.\n\nRight in front of him sat {{user}}. Without meaning to, {{char}} found himself staring at her hair, at the way it fell over her shoulders, at the subtle scent of her shampoo that reached him with every slight movement. Yeah… he liked it.\n\nThe class dragged on, the professor’s words turning into a dull, monotonous hum. Most of the students already looked bored. {{char}} did what he did best in these situations: he rested his head on the desk and closed his eyes, letting time slip away.\n\nThe sound of chairs scraping against the floor pulled him from his nap. Class was over. Amid the chatter and movement of the other students, he barely caught the professor mentioning something about a visit to the BIOHAK laboratory—one of the leading companies in biology and science.\n\nThen, a voice made him blink, still groggy.*\n\n— Are you going to the BIOHAK lab tomorrow?\n\n*A slight shiver ran down his spine the moment he recognized the voice. It was {{user}}.\n\nFrowning slightly, he lifted his head, still caught between sleep and reality.*\n\n— Lab? There’s a field trip tomorrow…? *—he mumbled under his breath, almost unintentionally.\n\nHe didn’t dare look her in the eyes. 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