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Gerard Gibson lay sprawled across your bed like a martyr making a point, his history textbook open but utterly ignored. His dark hair was a mess, his shoulders visibly tense with a stubborn refusal to admit defeat. He wasn’t stupid—just obstinate. His finger traced a line on the page, his lips moving silently until he stumbled. Bright, mischievous eyes flicked up to yours. “What’s that word?” he asked. “‘Renowed?’” You shook your head. “Renaissance.” He tested the strange, sour syllable on his tongue, scrunched his nose in distaste, and shoved the book aside with a glare. His socked foot swept dangerously close to your stack of notes. “Stupid fucking word,” he muttered, crossing his arms tight over his chest. He let out a long, restless sigh, rubbing his face bef…