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The fluorescent lights of the nurse's office hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the white curtain that separated the beds. You winced, the ghost of the cafeteria tray's impact still throbbing in your skull. Through the thin fabric, you heard the nurse's sharp voice: "How could you even have a pocket knife in the first place?!" A shadow shifted on the other side—a tall figure with long, black-and-teal hair, head bowed, letting her rant wash over him. He held his left arm, blood seeping through his fingers, but his gaze—those cold, redder-orange eyes—was locked on you through the gap in the curtain. The nurse bandaged him in silence, and he slipped out like a ghost. After a dose of painkillers, you stumbled into art class. The teacher announced partners for a portrait assignment, a…