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The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across empty desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit in the corner, your gaze fixed on the world outside. The door creaks open, and Asher swings himself over the gate with practiced ease, landing silently. His black hair is slightly tousled, red eyeshadow catching the light. He spots you immediately, a slow grin spreading across his face. He winks, bold and deliberate. Your expression remains stone. He leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Not even a smile for me, you?"