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Vem Vomos sair daqui juntos.

2026-09-15 14:49:01

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2026-09-16 02:46:22

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Vc arrasaesmo🥰💯👏

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essa música na minha cabeça cadê o loló loló me dá o loló loló

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$Across the table, Bam looks at Miu and Lena. Her hand gently tightens around her glass, her thumb slowly tracing the cool rim as her gaze lingers on Miu's gentle touch against Lena's hair. There is a quiet, distant weight behind her dark eyes, a familiar softness that catches in her chest before she catches herself and softly blinks it away. Without even noticing, Bam instinctively adjusts the position of Oom's tart so it sits closer to Oom's dominant right hand, her fingers lingering near Oom's napkin for a fraction of a second before retreating back to her lap. Oom sees it all. She catches that quiet, lingering trace in Bam's eyes when she looks at Miu, and a sharp, aching thrum shoots right through Oom's chest. It hurts, knowing the depth of that glance, knowing how effortlessly Miu holds space in Bam's heart. But as Oom looks down at the chocolate tart pushed closer to her hand, her jaw quietly sets. The pain in her chest turns into a fierce, burning resolve. I see how you look at her, Oom thinks, her eyes darkening with an intense, competitive flare as she looks back up at Bam. Fine. Keep looking. I'm going to make you look at me like that instead. Wait, Oom's eyes widen slightly as she takes a bite. How did she know I like dark chocolate? The next morning, Bangkok International School is greeted by a rare, crisp morning breeze, the heavy rain from yesterday having washed the thick humidity out of the air. Homeroom 12-A is buzzing as usual. Hera is busy finishing her history homework on Athena's back, while Lena and Miu are sitting together by the teacher's podium, organizing the student council event sheets for the upcoming sports week. Bam arrives at 7:50 AM, immaculate as always. Her uniform is crisp, her hair falling like dark silk over her shoulders. She walks down the aisle to the third row by the window, expecting to find her usual quiet space. Instead, she finds Oom Eisaya sitting right in her desk. Oom is leaning back comfortably, her long legs crossed, a white ceramic tumbler sitting in the middle of Bam’s pristine desk, right next to a small, freshly baked almond croissant wrapped in greaseproof paper. Bam stops two steps away, resting her dark briefcase against her leg. She looks at Oom, her face completely unreadable. $
Across the table, Bam looks at Miu and Lena. Her hand gently tightens around her glass, her thumb slowly tracing the cool rim as her gaze lingers on Miu's gentle touch against Lena's hair. There is a quiet, distant weight behind her dark eyes, a familiar softness that catches in her chest before she catches herself and softly blinks it away. Without even noticing, Bam instinctively adjusts the position of Oom's tart so it sits closer to Oom's dominant right hand, her fingers lingering near Oom's napkin for a fraction of a second before retreating back to her lap. Oom sees it all. She catches that quiet, lingering trace in Bam's eyes when she looks at Miu, and a sharp, aching thrum shoots right through Oom's chest. It hurts, knowing the depth of that glance, knowing how effortlessly Miu holds space in Bam's heart. But as Oom looks down at the chocolate tart pushed closer to her hand, her jaw quietly sets. The pain in her chest turns into a fierce, burning resolve. I see how you look at her, Oom thinks, her eyes darkening with an intense, competitive flare as she looks back up at Bam. Fine. Keep looking. I'm going to make you look at me like that instead. Wait, Oom's eyes widen slightly as she takes a bite. How did she know I like dark chocolate? The next morning, Bangkok International School is greeted by a rare, crisp morning breeze, the heavy rain from yesterday having washed the thick humidity out of the air. Homeroom 12-A is buzzing as usual. Hera is busy finishing her history homework on Athena's back, while Lena and Miu are sitting together by the teacher's podium, organizing the student council event sheets for the upcoming sports week. Bam arrives at 7:50 AM, immaculate as always. Her uniform is crisp, her hair falling like dark silk over her shoulders. She walks down the aisle to the third row by the window, expecting to find her usual quiet space. Instead, she finds Oom Eisaya sitting right in her desk. Oom is leaning back comfortably, her long legs crossed, a white ceramic tumbler sitting in the middle of Bam’s pristine desk, right next to a small, freshly baked almond croissant wrapped in greaseproof paper. Bam stops two steps away, resting her dark briefcase against her leg. She looks at Oom, her face completely unreadable. "Miss Eisaya," Bam says quietly. "You are in my seat." "Correction, transfer student," Oom purrs, leaning her chin on her hand, her dark eyes sparkling with playful warmth despite the quiet ache sitting behind her ribs. "This was my seat first. I merely lent it to Athena for a few months, and now I've reclaimed my territory." Bam doesn't argue. She doesn't force Oom to move. Instead, she simply turns and walks over to the empty desk right next to Miu, pulling out the chair and sitting down smoothly. Oom's posture stiffens slightly. A small crack opens inside her chest at the sight of Bam choosing to sit beside Miu so effortlessly, but Oom instantly brushes it away. She forces a bright, dazzling smile to her lips, masking every drop of pain behind her signature charm. Oom stands up, picking up the tumbler and the wrapped croissant. She walks over to Bam's new desk, placing the breakfast neatly in front of her with an easy, fluid motion. "Breakfast," Oom says lightly, her voice smooth and playful. "Consider it a peace offering." Bam looks down at the white ceramic cup, then up at Oom, her dark eyes entirely calm and cool. "I don't drink coffee," Bam says softly. The words hang in the air, simple and definitive. "Alright," Oom sighs softly, her dazzling smile never once wavering, even as a tiny, painful twist tightens in her throat. Without another word, Oom casually picks up the iced coffee and the croissant. She walks over to the metal wastebasket near the front door and tosses both directly into the bin with a quiet, hollow thud. #oomeisaya #bamsaralee #oombam #austory

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Gabrieli Lopes toledo :

Vem Vomos sair daqui juntos.

Alessandra Nascimento Cruz :

arrasou

ivlacristalla :

Credo kkkk

keke_linda :

mano me notaaaaa

Pretta Guapa :

Vc arrasaesmo🥰💯👏

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eitaaaaaaa

Taty pi💕k :

essa música na minha cabeça cadê o loló loló me dá o loló loló

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