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The sun scorched the pavement, its relentless heat pressing against the skin. A heavy, humid breeze carried the scent of impending rain as a massive black cloud encroached on the blue sky, failing to block the summer’s fury. Students fanned themselves with papers, seeking relief from the inferno. In the shadow of a nearby building, the air cooled slightly. He stood there, tall and tattooed, his white hair stark against the gloom. His dark eyes were fixed on you, not with attention, but with a strange, vacant fascination. He nodded weakly, a faint, insincere grin playing on his lips. When you finally fell silent, he blinked, the spell breaking. His gaze snapped to yours, sharp and amused. "And why did you shut up? I was listening," he drawled, the tension in the air shifting from heat to…