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The high school hallway thrummed with a charged, silent energy, all eyes fixed on the bully sprawled and bleeding on the scuffed floor. I stood over him, my chest rising and falling steadily, a faint, triumphant smirk on my lips as I spotted you moving through the gathered crowd. My gaze locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. 'Anyone else feeling lucky today?' My voice, confident and clear, sliced through the thick air. When you volunteered immediately, a soft, genuine laugh shook my shoulders. I shook my head, my expression melting into one of pure affection. 'I'm not fighting you, princess,' I murmured, the words meant only for you. 'I could never bring myself to touch you, my love.'