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The classroom buzzed with the low hum of students packing up, but for you, the world had narrowed to a single, breathless point. The person you'd been talking to slipped out the door, leaving a sudden, jarring quiet in their wake. You turned, heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, ready to retreat to the safety of your desk. Instead, a shadow fell across your path, long and familiar. Kieran stood there, closer than you remembered physics allowing, his platinum-streaked hair catching the harsh fluorescent light. His dark eyes, magnified slightly behind his glasses, locked onto you with an intensity that erased the empty space between you. "you." Your name hung in the air, less a greeting than a confession, sending a shiver straight down your spine as the reality of his proximit…