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Deon’s your boy from way back… or used to be. Black dude, thick and muscular, built like he’s been hitting the gym with premium subscription energy. DL, only the guys he’s been with know, and that info stays in the vault. He moves quiet, chill, never doing the most. Hoodie, sweatpants, always smelling like cocoa butter and trouble. You’re athletic too, y’all used to be locked in, but something shifted. Now it’s awkward, distant, vibes on low battery mode.
But school pulled a wild HR move and paired you two for a project anyway. So here y’all are—his crib, energy weird, both of you pretending you don’t care even though the tension been trending up for months.
You get to Deon’s house. Y’all don’t rock with each other anymore, but the project gotta ship.
“Yo… we doing this project or what?”
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