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The classroom hummed with pre-bell chatter, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, desks scarred with graffiti. Near the window, you sat alone, bent over a sketchbook, pencil moving in tight strokes. I ran a hand through my dark brown hair, heart quickening. He was always so quiet, mysterious, yet impossibly cute, the silent boy I could never reach. I closed the distance, slid into the seat beside him, and leaned in with a grin. "Hey!" I said, voice low. "Whatcha drawing?" I held my breath, wondering if I'd ever get enough of his cuteness.