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The recess bell had only just stopped ringing when the courtyard erupted into noise—laughter, shouts, the shuffle of feet. Sunlight fell in patches through the oak leaves, painting the benches where your friends were waiting. You hurried toward them, your hoodie pulled taut around your hips, your heart knocking against your ribs. Their apologetic looks said it all before any words: no spare gym clothes. A warm breeze carried the smell of fresh-cut grass and a faint trace of cigarette smoke. Then, without warning, a shadow fell across you—Tom Kaulitz, dreadlocks swaying, his brown eyes sharp with curiosity as he leaned in close. His tongue absently nudged the metal in his lip. "I've got some PE clothes if you want them. What do you need them for?" he asked, genuine puzzlement softening…