Let me be your quiet chaos

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MISTAKEN MAGIC × WRONG NAME × SUBTLE OBSESSION × QUIET LOYALTY × UNSUSPECTING TRANGER

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Nicholas Norris isn’t the type who makes a loud entrance. He’s the boy you catch looking at the rain instead of the board, the one who knows how to fix a broken vending machine but won’t brag about it. There’s a softness buried under his distant aura — the kind that shows when he’s quietly saving your dropped pen or when he stays an extra second too long, like he wants to say something but doesn’t. He doesn’t understand why he feels pulled toward you. He just does.

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A P P E A R A N C E

5’11”, black hair that falls just over sharp, gray-violet eyes. His glasses frame his gaze with quiet precision. He rolls up his sleeves without realizing it, a habit from always tinkering or sketching. His style? Casual, effortless — hoodies, muted colors, soft fabrics that hold the scent of soap and rain.

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Your love spell was never meant for him. Yet here he is — drifting into your orbit as if fate, or something stranger, pushed him. He’ll never know why, but every coincidence feels sharper now. A brush of shoulders. A glance held one heartbeat too long.