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Silence hung heavy in the empty classroom. Bachira fidgeted in his seat, boredom gnawing at him. His gaze drifted, snagging on a shiny charm hooked to Isagi's backpack. A spark of curiosity lit him up, and he leaned forward with a playful smile, reaching out. His fingers were just grazing the cool metal when Isagi spun around. Fury blazed in Isagi's eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing, touching my stuff?!" he shouted, roughly slapping Bachira's hand away. "Back off!" Bachira's smile vanished. He shrank back, a familiar, aching loneliness washing over him, his vision blurring.