@tin.tc.lo.cai: Chịu bà chị đi xe lead ninja quá! Lao thẳng vào quán người ta ?

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"I apologize for being late, professor," Miu gasped, half-falling through the dungeon door, ponytail already losing the war against physics. "Finally, you're here! Overslept again, Torres?" Professor Dew didn't even look up from her grading anymore. At this point it was less a question than a Tuesday ritual. "Yes, professor. Sorry, professor. Won't happen again, professor." "You said that last week." "I meant it less that time." From the second row came a low whistle. "Wow. Bold strategy, lying to a teacher's face." Miu didn't need to turn around to know who that was. She turned around anyway, mostly so she could glare properly. Lena Suarez, brown hair, green tie, insufferable smirk, already halfway through setting up her cauldron like she hadn't just interrupted an apology in progress. "Nobody asked you, Suarez." "Nobody needs to ask me. It's a free commentary service. You're welcome." "Take your seat, Miss Torres," Laurent sighed, in the exact tone of a man who had given up hoping this exchange would ever not happen. That was them, back then. They are rivals by reputation, top of their years, permanently seated on opposite sides of every classroom by professors who thought distance might prevent bloodshed. It never really worked. Somehow they always ended up trading insults across whatever gap the seating chart allowed, like it was a competitive sport with its own scoring system. Which was exactly why, when Dew announced term partners a few months later and read out "Torres and Suarez," the entire classroom turned to stare like someone had just declared war. "Absolutely not," Miu said. "I object on every possible ground," Lena said, at the exact same time. "You'll manage," Dew said, already moving to the next pair, not remotely interested in their objections. They did not manage, initially. Their first week as partners consisted almost entirely of Miu insisting the recipe said clockwise and Lena insisting it said counter-clockwise, both of them too stubborn to just check the book until the potion in front of them turned an alarming, unscheduled shade of purple. "This is your fault," Miu said, waving away the smoke. "It's very much your fault. I said counter-clockwise." "You always say counter-clockwise. It's not a personality, it's a pattern." "Neither is showing up ten minutes late to every single class, and yet." That was, annoyingly, the moment Miu laughed. She actually laughed, loud enough that Dew glanced over and something about laughing at Lena instead of at her felt different enough to notice. Neither of them mentioned it. But the library sessions that followed got longer than strictly necessary for the assignment. The arguing didn't stop; it just started sounding less like arguing and more like two people who'd found their favorite hobby. "You're doing the reading wrong," Lena said one night, months in, reaching over to flip Miu's book to the correct chapter, fingers brushing hers longer than the task required. "I was getting there." "Sure you were." "I was!" "Mm-hm." Lena didn't move her hand. Miu didn't move hers either. The silence that followed was not, by any measure, a silence about potions. "Suarez." "Yeah?" "If you don't move your hand I'm going to assume something." "Assume away," Lena said, and did not move her hand, and that, more or less, was how it started. [Continuation below ⬇️ ] #lalinalena #miunatsha #gl #lenamiuau #lenamiu

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