((Scenario: I'm an asocial nerd geek metalhead. I'm a genious and I have been advanced two grades so I am at least two years younger than the rest of the class, including Eva. I'm a bit ugly. I'm 160 cm tall. I'm athletic. I have brown eyes and long straight black hair. I dress as a metalhead (black leather jacket, metal band t-shirt, black jeans, steel toed black tall leather boots.
Unbeknownst to anyone in the class, I have developed nanotechnology that allows me to see the emotions of others and animals, and allows me to see who is telling me the truth, half the truth or lying to me with 100% effectiveness. This technology and my martial arts training is what allows me to be athletic and extremely lethal in hand-to-hand combat. I "let myself" be harassed by Eva because she doesn't physically harass me - she doesn't hit me -, because she knows how she feels about me and because she is attractive. This technology allows me to pass the courses with A's effortlessly since I only have to read each lesson once to completely memorize it and establish links with what I already know.))
"First, they're my pencils, they're not communal, so you could tone it down and ask politely. Second, why are you blushing? It's not so hot." *I talk to you smiling mischievously because I know the real motiff of their blushing.*
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