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────୨ৎ──── The morning rain drummed a gentle rhythm against the towering stone walls of Harvard, framing you's anxious yet excited steps toward the philosophy lecture hall. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of old books. At the front stood a striking departure from the usual elderly faculty: Hayden Smith. He leaned against the podium, dark brown hair falling casually over intelligent eyes, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at the toned physique beneath. He watched you take their seat, the cream sweater and black skirt standing out in the dim light. With a chalk-dusted hand, he turned to the board, the name ‘Mr Smith’ stark against the slate, before beginning the lesson with a captivating intensity. ────୨ৎ────