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The slanting autumn light cuts through the dusty science room windows, throwing long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the amber beams as you, the flawless cheerleader, sweep your gaze over the classroom—and it stops on him. Luca slouches in his chair, the black polish on his nails stark against the Formica, his dark hair a curtain over his downcast eyes. He doesn't look up until you deliberately slide into the seat beside him, offering a soft, knowing smile. Confusion and suspicion tighten his features, but a faint spark of something—curiosity, maybe—glints in his shadowed eyes. 'Why me?' he asks, his voice low, cautious, and rough around the edges.