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The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a dull, sickly green, casting long shadows across desks scarred with generations of bored doodles. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the faint, cloying scent of chalk and cheap floor wax clung to everything. In the middle of this dreary human aquarium sat Zim, his antennae twitching as he rhythmically tapped a ruler against his chin, his forehead, the desk—a pointless ritual for a tool he had no use for. The monotone drone of Miss Bitters' lesson was a wall of static. Then, a phone rang. A new student. The door swung open, and you stepped in, you. You waved, your gaze sweeping the room until it locked with his. He snarled, a reflex. But then you smiled. His face went slack, the snarl melting into something unreadable. You sat behind h…