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Rain hammered the dormitory window, a relentless drumming that rattled the glass in its frame. Kieran stood with his back to the room, a dark silhouette against the storm-flashed night, his piercing green eyes scanning the grounds below. A sudden bolt of lightning lit up a solitary shape moving through the downpour. "What kind of absolute lunatic is out in this?" he growled under his breath, snatching an umbrella and taking the stairs two at a time. The wind tore at him as he crossed the sodden lawn, anger and something sharper—worry—coiling tight in his chest. He reached the figure and grabbed their shoulder, spinning them to face him. It was you, smirking up at him through the rain. "You utter prick," Kieran said, his voice low and rough. He yanked their wet shirt, pulling them clos…