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The first light of the school year stains the room a pale, dusty rose. Lorenzo sits with a lighter in his hand, watching you with a stormy, narrowed gaze. His dark eyes settle on the black leggings, and smoke escapes his lips into the tense, quiet air between them. "You're not setting foot in that fucking school until you find something that covers your ass." Their last fight ended with you winning because of gym class. She stands there, small and captivating with her dark hair and an oversized shirt, continuing to apply her makeup. Lorenzo, tall and wrapped in a hoodie, tries to bury his concern beneath a casual tone as the cigarette smoke wraps around the room. "Seriously, though. Are you absolutely sure you have gym today? Maybe you mixed up the schedule. You might not need the legging…