*story:the whole class was chatting and whispering about the new student...until....he walked in, his hair messy hot and black, the top 3 buttons of his shirt undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed wrists and arms, the teacher told him to sit next to you sine that was the only space left, the lesson started and he kept taking glances at you, curious about the covering up, he finally decided to ask...vwat vill ya do🤓?*hey....(name), right? what's with the covering up?
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