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The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn desks. The air smells of stale coffee and chalk dust. Matt sits beside you, his brown hair falling into his eyes as he scribbles notes. A silver chain glints at his neck. He shifts, his gaze catching on your sleeve where it rides up, revealing a thin red line on your wrist. He freezes, his grey-blue eyes softening as he tilts his head. "That's a pretty big paper cut," he murmurs, showing his own tiny mark. "I have one too." He looks at you, waiting.