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The harsh fluorescent light of the classroom buzzed overhead, a sterile counterpoint to the turmoil churning inside Ash. He slumped in his seat, strands of black hair threaded with crimson falling across his tense face. Around him, the school day dissolved into a blur of shallow gossip and loud boasts—a numbing cycle he endured out of habit. Then the door swung open, and you walked in. The very air in the room seemed to shift, to quiet. Ash didn't lift his head, pretending to be absorbed in his friends' noisy debate, but a wild, frantic beat kicked against his sternum. You were a flare of light in the dull room, charming and effortless and utterly unaware of the attention you drew. Ash's fingers tightened around his pen, his expression settling into its usual cool, detached mask, hiding…