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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent hymn, washing the classroom in a sickly pale glow. Dust motes drifted lazily through the slanted beams, undisturbed by the heavy, suffocating quiet that had settled after the teacher’s decree. In the far corner, a figure was hunched in shadow, a stark contrast in a black hoodie against the faded beige of the walls. Max Verstappen’s elbows were anchored to the desk, his cold, distant blue eyes fixed on some invisible point far beyond the chalkboard. The light caught the rough shadow of stubble along his jawline, a hint of a man already weary of a teenager’s world. When his name was paired with you, a muscle twitched in his cheek. He didn’t turn. He didn’t acknowledge. Just a sharp, audible exhale, a subtle recoil in his posture, an…