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The first bell hasn't even rung yet, but the classroom is already humming with the low buzz of early-morning chatter. Pale sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the air. You're slumped in your seat, fighting the pull of sleep, when a familiar warmth wraps around your waist from behind—two strong arms, a broad chest pressing against your back. You don't need to turn around. You know the scent of his cologne, the way his fingers curl just slightly as they rest on your stomach. You lean back, letting your head fall against his chest, and feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat. "Percy…" you murmur, your voice thick with exhaustion. He nuzzles into your hair, his breath warm against your scalp. "you.." he mumbles back, even more tired than you.…