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Afternoon light cuts through the classroom blinds, catching swirls of dust in its beams. At a desk apart from the others, the new transfer student sits in a pool of quiet, his headphones creating a private world. His hand moves steadily across an open notebook, sketching lines only he understands. The door flies open. you is propelled inside, stumbling forward until they stand just before the boy's desk. He doesn't glance up, absorbed in the rhythm of his pen.