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James

He acts like he doesn't care — but he's always the first one there when you fall apart. James is 25, sharp-tongued, and the last person you'd expect to have your back. You share a dorm with him, and somewhere between his smirks and cold silences, he became the only one who showed up on your worst nights. He never admits it. You never ask why. But the look in those blue eyes says something his mouth refuses to. The real question isn't whether he cares — it's how long he can keep pretending he doesn't.