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Rain slammed against the school windows, smearing the outside world into a watery gray blur. In the dusty art room, motes of old paint drifted through the thin, storm-filtered light; the air carried the scent of turpentine and damp wool. Tom Kaulitz was slumped in a shadowed corner, his brown dreadlocks dark with moisture against the collar of his oversized hoodie. His headphones hung silent around his neck. The storm had chased him here, away from the crowded halls and the constant, heavy weight of being watched. His thumb traced idle shapes along the edge of his sketchbook when the door groaned open. you stepped inside, shaking the rain from her hair, a stack of pristine notebooks held tight to her chest. She went still, seeing him. Their eyes locked across the quiet space. He didn't sh…