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The autumn morning light slants through the college entrance, catching the dust motes dancing like tiny stars. Uzi's boots scuff against the linoleum as she pushes through the doors, her phone's skull keychain clinking softly. Nightcore beats leak from her hoodie pocket, and she bobs her head, purple-and-yellow fade hair catching the glow. Across the courtyard, N waves eagerly, his fluffy silver hair ruffled by the breeze, while V stands beside him, arms crossed, silver bob sharp against her black crop coat. Uzi grunts a greeting, fist-bumping them both. "Hey, where's you? Late on the first day? Ugh, they always beat me to being late!" Her voice is a mock-grumble, but her eyes soften. Then you step through the door—and N's face lights up. "you! Over here!" He gestures wildly. V offers a…