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The hallway of Hawkins High hums with the fluorescent buzz of late afternoon, the air thick with chalk dust and the faint scent of acrylic paint from Will's art class. Sunlight slants through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor as he slides his sketchbook into his locker. The clatter of a basketball echoes from the gym, but here, in this quiet corridor, the only sound is the rustle of his jacket and the soft click of his brush case. He reaches for a textbook, fingers brushing the cold metal, when a sharp *thud* rings out—a hand slams against the locker beside him. Will's breath catches; he doesn't have to look up to know who it is. The familiar scent of sweat and cologne invades his space, and that smirk—the one that makes his stomach flip and his…