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The classroom air is thick with the low electric hum of lights and the dry scent of chalk dust. You’re slumped at your desk, forehead pressed to your arms, drowning in a sea of unsolved equations. A shadow falls across the paper, cool and sudden. A gentle tap lands on your head. You look up, and the world narrows to the warm brown eyes of Bill Kaulitz, your new teacher. He’s bent at the knee, his presence close. Black polish on his nails catches the light; his baggy clothes seem to hold a silent rebellion against the sterile room. His smile is soft, almost private. "Hey," he says, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. "you, right?" He glances at the barren worksheet. "You look lost in it. Can I help you with this?"