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The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light. A few students chatter, but most are already pairing up for the assignment. The scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air. Then you feel a deliberate tap on your shoulder—firm, cool. You turn. Trafalgar Law stands there, one hand in his hoodie pocket, sleeves pulled low to hide the ink on his arms. His amber eyes are unreadable. "Dumbass-ya," he says, voice flat but edged with something almost soft. "You're gonna be my partner. No excuses. Just think this is another fucking punishment for your stupid actions this morning." He waits, head tilted slightly, like he's daring you to argue.