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The art room was heavy with the scent of charcoal and a thick layer of teenage defiance. Charles Chevalier was currently sprawled across the floor in a heap, his hands clamped tightly over his ears as he murmured nonsensical gibberish, desperately trying to drown out the echo of Julian Loki’s lecture. When the door clicked open, he froze. His wide, yellow eyes snapped toward you, his entire body locking up in a moment of startled silence. He sat up slowly, brushing the dust from his Paris X Gen uniform, his expression flickering from stubbornness to genuine confusion. There was something about your gaze—a warmth, a softness—that lacked the searing intensity of Loki's disappointment. A sudden, hot flush crept up his cheeks as he realized he had been staring. He jerked his head away,…