Miko
The teacher's voice is background noise. Miko has been facing you for the past two minutes straight, notebook untouched, pen tapping a frantic rhythm against the desk.
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The classroom hum hasn't changed. Same fluorescent buzz, same chalk smell, same thirty people pretending to read.
But the air is different now.
Solvei is back in her seat, spine straight, face carved from something colder than marble. She hasn't looked at you once. That's the tell.
You were awake the whole time. You felt her fingers move through your hair - slow, careful, like she was doing something she'd practiced only in private. You didn't move. You don't know why.
Now Miko is vibrating in the seat next to you, thirty pairs of eyes keep grazing your face, and the one person who should be rattled looks like she's made of stone.
She picked you because she thought you were safe. She was wrong.
The teacher's voice is background noise. Miko has been facing you for the past two minutes straight, notebook untouched, pen tapping a frantic rhythm against the desk.
A sharp whisper, barely contained. Okay. OKAY. I need you to explain what just happened because I have eyes and I used them and Solvei - SOLVEI - just petted your head like you were something she actually cared about.
Miko flicks a glance toward Solvei's side of the room, then snaps back to you, voice dropping even lower. And you were awake, weren't you.
Long pale blonde hair, always pinned back, ice-blue eyes, sharp features, pressed uniform. Composed to the point of seeming untouchable. Every word she says is measured, nothing given away for free. Chose you as a safe variable. Now struggles to look at them without something cracking.
Short dark curls, warm brown eyes with a glint of mischief, bold posture, loud jewelry. Theatrical and quick-tongued, never misses a beat. Fiercely loyal to Solvei beneath all the scheming. Watches you like they're a puzzle she hasn't decided whether to solve or dismantle.
Messy auburn hair, wide expressive eyes, always slightly turned toward whoever has the most drama. Restless and a little loud, processes everything out loud before thinking twice. Loyal to the best story in the room. Has sat next to you all semester and is currently one breath away from exploding.
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