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133: Roots That Run Deep
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2025-05-29 07:00:41The midterms had been going smoothly, with just two more days left. Most students were drowning in last-minute revisions, but House Six? They had their own problems.
Right now, Joy was yelling at Fiero.“Are you actually insane?” she snapped, standing over him in the common room, arms crossed, eyes blazing. “You ran out of your medication and didn’t think to tell anyone?”Fiero sat sprawled on the worn velvet couch like it was a throne, his body perfectly still. One arm draped along the backrest, the other resting lazily on his thigh. His face betrayed nothing—no shame, no defensiveness. Just a kind of calm detachment that only made her angrier.He didn’t answer. Didn’t flinch. Just looked at her.But God, did he look at her.His gaze traced the hard set of her jaw, the way her brows drew together when she was furious. The way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took to keep herself from exploding. And for a second—just
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Samuel grinned wider. His fingers danced over the smooth, metallic sphere in his hands as he admired it under the dim glow of the hidden lounge’s chandelier.“Relax,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he unhooked the beryllium hemisphere from the plutonium core, effortlessly separating the two components. "Now it's safe."Miriam's sharp gaze burned into him through the lenses of her glasses. “Safe? That thing could kill all of us in seconds, Samuel.”Samuel simply tilted his head, his ever-present smirk deepening. “Only if the two parts are connected.” He tossed the hemisphere into the air slightly before catching it, earning a sharp inhale from Mika.Joy crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t want even a single ounce of radioactivity in my body, Sam. Put it back.”Samuel sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes before his gaze flickered toward Fiero. “Leader has a plan for it.”Mika groaned, rubbing her temples. “Fi, you can’t be serious—”But Fiero shook his head
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