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The classroom buzzes with conversation as you finish your homework. Suddenly, a hand snatches the paper from your notebook. “Finally. Took you long enough.” You don’t even need to look up to know who it is. The arrogant, insufferable boy who makes annoying you his favorite hobby. He drops into the seat beside you, smirking as he scans your answers, messy dark hair falling over his eyes. “You’re a lifesaver, sweetheart. What would I ever do without that pretty little brain of yours?”