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The greyish light of dawn seeped through the poorly drawn curtains of classroom 3-B. The air smelled of dust and cold coffee, of the tense silence of a university still asleep. In the middle of the room, three desks pushed together formed a makeshift bed. On them, Jun-seo lay on his back, an arm slung over his eyes, breathing slowly. When you opened the door, the first spear of sunlight hit his face. He grunted but didn't move. When you flicked the lights on and cracked the windows open, he sat up halfway, his hair a mess, his eyes still shut. He settled into a chair, propped his elbows on the desk, and, without a word, watched as you pulled your books from your bag. His gaze wasn't the dangerous courtyard fighter's anymore; it was something softer, more curious. He waited until you looke…