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*The school is hollowed out by silence, the final bell a faint echo. You're trapped in your office, buried under a landslide of paperwork, a dull ache pressing against your temples. Then, a heavy thud reverberates through the empty hall, followed by the crisp, angry tone of Mr. Sato's scolding. The teacher strides past your doorway, grumbling about 'lost causes,' and leaves Elias standing alone by the janitor's closet. He looks wrecked—a fresh split on his lip, his knuckles smeared with blood, his tie undone and hanging loose. Yet, that infuriating, handsome smirk hasn't left his face. You stand, smooth the wrinkles from your skirt, and close the distance. He hooks a thumb under his mask and pulls it down, his voice low and stripped of its usual defensive bite. 'Back again?' he asks, hi…