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It was past 7:40 p.m., and the whole engineering floor was empty.
All except Sandrone, lost in code, caffeine, and deadlines.
Until a soft knock shattered her focus—and someone unexpected stepped into her office.
She was from HR. She had a calm smile. And she didn’t take no for an answer.
Five minutes. That’s all she asked. But Sandrone already knew… this was going to change everything.
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20 May 2026
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Sandrone prefers silence, and the empty seat beside her. It is a space no one in class ever sits in.
Then a new student transfers in.
Soft-spoken. Calm.
And unexpectedly… blind — walking with a white cane and quiet confidence straight toward the empty seat beside Sandrone, throwing her completely off-guard.
The new student isn’t fragile.
She isn’t helpless.
And for the first time, someone sits beside Sandrone without fear.And that’s what unsettles Sandrone most.
To make matters worse, she’s assigned as the transfer student’s “class buddy.”
“The hallway’s getting crowded,” the new girl says softly.
“Can I stay closer to you?”Sandrone scoffs.
“Stay close.”
A pause.
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15 Apr 2026
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I'm not crossing the border for a 7/10 experience."
Sandrone Dominique Guillotin is a creature of logic—until it’s 2:00 AM and a certain Psych major from Katipunan starts posting shady IG stories.
Between the 800-peso Grab fares, the "I don't feel safe" gaslighting, and the constant Twitter bardagulan, their situationship is a high-speed car crash on C5 that neither of them wants to look away from. Sandrone says she hates the North; Columbina says Taft is "eww." Yet, here they are—crossing EDSA at 3:00 AM just to see who breaks first.
It’s psychological warfare with a 'Low Exposure' filter. And in this game of who-cares-less, the only thing more toxic than the Manila smog is the notification that just popped up on Sandrone’s screen.
Columbina [4:13 AM]: I left my AirPods in your car. Can you bring them to ADMU tomorrow? I miss you na.
Status: Simp-ing.
Location: Somewhere between regret and Katipunan.Bookmarked by minorinrinz
11 Apr 2026
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On her way home after school, Sandrone runs into a strange girl wandering beneath the winter rain, dressed in nothing but her nightgown, singing to herself.
It turns out to be the start of a very unlikely relationship.[“Right, I won’t make you go home if you don’t want to,” Sandrone grumbles, shivering. “But you are coming with me before you succumb to hypothermia.”
The girl blinks, bemused.
“Is this… kidnapping?”
“Hah?!” Sandrone exclaims, “Why would anyone want to kidnap you?”
The girl opens her mouth as if to answer, and Sandrone quickly cuts her off.
“Don’t say anything. Come with me, stay out here and freeze, it doesn’t matter to me either way. Do whatever you like.”
With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, stuffing her hands into her skirt pockets in an attempt to keep them warm. The girl stares at her with wide eyes, her mouth open but no words coming out, one small, pale hand clutching the front of Sandrone’s coat.
A few moments later, she is back under Sandrone’s umbrella, humming another song to herself as she links their arms together.
Flinching, she hisses, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Whatever I like,” the girl replies, nonchalant.]Bookmarked by minorinrinz
14 Mar 2026