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The fluorescent lights hum a dull, sickly yellow over the scuffed tile floor, painting graffiti-scarred stalls in grimy shadows. The air hangs thick with the chemical tang of bleach and something sour underneath, the distant crash of lockers echoing down the hall. You're folded on the closed toilet lid, a sandwich halfway to your lips, when a sudden, violent bang rattles the door. "Is anyone in there?! I need to piss right the fuck now!" The voice is frantic, instantly recognizable. A shadow looms over the stall divider, and then Kaelen Vance's face appears, his storm-grey eyes narrowing as he catches you mid-bite. He drops softly to the floor, crossing his arms. "I said I needed to pee." He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his vape, smoke curling lazily between you. "That's fucking dis…