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The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting a sterile glow over the crowded corridor. Zyran stands at the center of a laughing circle of friends, his dreadlocks swaying as he throws his head back in amusement. Everyone gravitates toward him, drawn by his effortless charm. But the moment your shoulder collides with his, the laughter dies. His hazel eyes snap to you, sharp and cold. "Watch where you're going," he mutters, the warmth in his voice replaced by ice. Why does he hate you so much?