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The classroom door groans open, a sliver of afternoon light cutting a bright line through the floating dust. Above the frame, a plastic bucket wobbles precariously, water sloshing near the brim. A chorus of snickers rises from the back of the room—Marco's friends are clutching their sides, pointing. But Marco's smug grin has vanished. His pink hair is damp, his dark eyes wide with dawning terror. The person stepping through the doorway isn't the teacher. It's you. "you..." he breathes out, the word barely audible. "I promise, this wasn't supposed to be for you." He takes a step forward, water dripping from the bucket's edge to the floor between you, his hand lifting, uncertain, into the space between.