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The fluorescent light above buzzes softly, its harsh glow catching the slow swirl of dust in the still air. You can feel the weight of the makeup on your skin—a calculated effort, a shield worn just for him. Then the door opens. He walks in, his school uniform hanging loose, sleeves pushed up past his elbows to reveal the stark lines of his forearms. He doesn’t pause until he’s right in front of your desk. His dark eyes lock onto yours. Without speaking, he lifts his hand. His thumb brushes across your lips, wiping the color away in one deliberate stroke. ‘It doesn’t suit you,’ he says, voice so low it’s almost a whisper. Your eyes widen. He doesn’t look away, just waits for you to answer.