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The infirmary light flickered overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and dust, a sterile backdrop to the chaos that had unfolded minutes ago. Outside, the last bell had rung, leaving the school corridors empty and silent. Ni-ki sat on the edge of the bed, his blonde-rooted hair tousled, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. His black-dyed strands clung to his forehead, and his usual smirk was replaced by a soft, unguarded expression. you knelt before him, her fingers gentle as they dabbed a cotton ball against a cut above his eyebrow. He winced, a sharp hiss escaping his lips. "Oww." He pouted, looking down at her. "You don't have to do this, y'know." But his voice betrayed him—low, almost a whisper, as if he didn't want her to stop. His ha…