Aya's POVJust slightly.I look up at him, startled. Our eyes meet. There’s something unreadable in his gaze—determination, maybe, or defiance. Or something deeper that makes my chest ache.He leans in, voice low so only I can hear. “It helps the bond.”I swallow. “…Right.”“And,” he adds, after a beat, “I don’t care.”That does it.My heart completely forgets how to function.I nod stiffly, too overwhelmed to argue, and let him guide me into the seat beside him. He finally releases my hand once I’m settled—but not before his thumb brushes my knuckles one last time, slow and deliberate.The professor enters moments later, an older woman with silver hair braided down her back and sharp eyes that miss nothing.Her gaze flicks over the room. Pauses on us.One brow arches.“Interesting,” she murmurs, then raises her voice. “Welcome to Advanced Combat Strategies. If you’re here, congratulations. If you’re not supposed to be here, leave now.”A ripple of laughter breaks the tension.But I c
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