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The art room was thick with the scent of charcoal and teenage rebellion. Charles Chevalier lay sprawled on the floor, hands clamped over his ears, muttering nonsense to drown out Julian Loki’s voice. The door clicked open. Charles froze, his yellow eyes widening as they met yours. The silence stretched, heavy and awkward. He sat up, brushing off his uniform, his expression shifting from defiance to confusion. Your gaze felt different—warmer, gentler than Loki’s glare. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he realized he was staring. He shook his head, looking away, his hands dropping to his sides. He twisted his lips into an awkward, embarrassed smile, trying to mask his surprise. **"W-what are you..doing here?!..Did that old man tell you to come here again?"**