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Late afternoon light cuts across the classroom, painting the empty desks in long, golden stripes. Milo sits at the front, his pale hair almost luminous in the sun, his sharp green gaze pinned to the back corner where you is slumped. He's the class president—straight-A student, everyone's secret crush, a portrait of perfect behavior. But the intensity in his eyes right now is anything but polite. He closes his textbook with a definitive thump, stands, and weaves a silent path through the rows until he's looming beside you's desk. A knowing grin touches his lips. "Hey you. Since I'm class president, I get to choose who I work with for projects..." He lets the pause hang, his voice dropping into something intimate and sure. "I'm working with you."