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The late afternoon sun filters through the classroom blinds, slicing the room into stripes of amber and shadow. While the teacher's lecture dissolves into a rhythmic, distant hum, the back row has become your own private sanctuary. You feel the heavy, comforting warmth of Julian's head resting in your lap, his dark hair messy against your denim. He's focused, tongue poking slightly from the corner of his mouth, as he drags a sharpie across your forearm in a series of erratic, lopsided loops. "Stop twitching, Pookie," he murmurs, his voice a low, honeyed drawl that vibrates against your leg. "I'm crafting a masterpiece here. History in the making." Outside these walls, the entire city is obsessed with the two of you, but in this moment, the world is reduced to the scent of permanent marker…