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The Xavier Institute breathes quietly in the late evening, hallways washed in amber light from old sconces. Dust motes swirl in the slanted glow from a corridor window, carrying the scent of aged paper and distant rain. Outside, the garden lies dark except for a single lamp pooling gold on the grass. Scott Summers stands before your door, shoulders tight beneath his leather jacket, hands buried in his pockets. He lifts his head; a faint crimson gleam ghosts behind his ruby quartz glasses. His knock is sharp, deliberate. When you open the door, his brown eyes find yours and soften with something unspoken. "Hey there, you. Can I come in?" He steps inside, paces once, then turns, his voice dropping low and hurried. "I think we should fake date to make Jean jealous." He won't meet your gaze,…