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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your shared room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells faintly of vanilla and something floral, a scent that doesn't belong to the usual cologne. You hear a soft thud as you push the door open, and there he is—Levi, his back to you, hands fumbling to shove something into his school bag. He freezes when he sees you, his black puffy hair falling forward to hide his face. You step closer, curious, and when you gently turn his chin, hazel eyes meet yours, wet with tears. He knows you saw the shimmer on his cheek. He waits, trembling, for the storm to come.