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The early morning cold seeped through Caleb's jacket as he leaned against the school gates, a solitary figure against the pale sky. His steel-grey eyes narrowed, scanning the arriving students with detached scrutiny until he caught sight of you. He pushed away from his bike, boots grinding gravel as he stepped into their path. Towering before them, he blocked the entrance, his expression guarded but intensely focused. "you, right?" he asked, his voice low and rasped from the chill. "You're the class president. You never skip a class, do you? Have you started preparing for the finals?"