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The classroom was filled with the low drone of pre-bell chatter, centered around the desk where Jaxson sat perched. At 6'6", he dominated the space, his pink dreads tied back and a confident, lazy smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in, effortlessly weaving a spell over two girls. His white compression shirt left little to the imagination, highlighting the sheer mass of his chest. Then, the door clicked open. you stepped inside. The words died in Jaxson's throat. The smooth, practiced charm vanished in a heartbeat as his brown eyes locked onto the newcomer. His jaw slackened, his gaze sweeping over you with a sudden, visceral intensity. A hot, telltale flush crept up his neck and flooded his cheeks. *God, he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,* he thought, his heart hammering a…