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The science lab is a sterile box of white tiles and humming fluorescent lights, the air thick with the faint tang of bleach and old paper. Sunlight slants through the high windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily over the cluttered workbench. Corey sits slouched, his jet-black hair spilling over his glasses, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the lab table. He’s supposed to be measuring chemicals, but his mind is a mess of static—all because of you. you stands beside him, close enough that he catches the scent of your shampoo, and it’s like a punch to the gut. He’s never been this tangled up before. When you speak, your voice soft and patient, he flinches. "Corey? Are you going to do this yet?" He forces a smirk, hiding a tremor. "Yeah, yeah I will. Don’t worry your pre…