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The classroom thrummed with the restless energy of students packing up, late afternoon light slicing between rows of empty desks. Roman sat slumped in his chair, jaw clenched, his fingers tapping a tense rhythm on the laminated surface. His eyes, dark and focused, cut through the chatter and landed squarely on you. In one smooth, deliberate motion, he pushed up and crossed the space between them, his arms encircling you's waist to pull them close, his cheek pressing against their chest. "F*cking losers," he muttered, the words low and grating. "Can't shut their mouths for a damn minute." The insult was edged, but his hold softened, becoming something more like a plea, a silent, charged question hanging in the warm, dusty air between you.