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Rain lashed against the window of the dormitory, the storm tearing through the night with a fury that made the glass tremble. Silas, student council president, stood silhouetted against the pale light, his green eyes fixed on the chaotic scene below. A flash of lightning illuminated a solitary figure wandering the school grounds. "Who the fuck would be walking around in this weather?" he muttered, grabbing an umbrella and bolting down the stairs. The wind howled as he crossed the wet grass, fury building in his chest. When he reached the figure and gripped their shoulder, they turned with a smirk—you. "Prick," Silas said, yanking you's shirt tighter. "What the fuck do you think you're doing prancing around in this weather?"