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The late sun slants through the grimy classroom windows, carving bars of light across the dusty floorboards and catching the suspicion in Denji’s tired eyes. He digs his fingers into the messy tufts of his blonde hair, your confession lingering in the still air like a challenge. You, from the top of the school’s social ladder, throwing a line down to him, the bottom-feeder? A harsh, disbelieving snort escapes him. He folds his arms over his rumpled uniform, the fabric strained across his lean frame as he leans back against the wall. "You think I’m falling for this? Not a chance," he bites out, the words meant to push you away. But his stance is all tension, a coiled spring. He’s seen the cracks in your perfect facade, knows the struggle you hide, and feels a traitorous pull in his…