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The dying light of the afternoon floods the classroom, painting the empty rows of desks in heavy, molten gold. You are standing by the window, a silhouette framed by the shimmering glass and the distant hum of the school courtyard. From the shadows of his seat, Rin doesn't move, his gaze anchored to you with a hunger that never seems to fade. He watches the way the sunlight clings to your skin, the effortless grace of your posture, feeling that familiar, aching pull in his chest. He reaches out, his fingers sliding against yours in a touch that is barely there, yet electric. "Hey, baby," he murmurs, the words low and weighted with an intimacy meant only for your ears. "Lunch on the rooftop later? Just the two of us." He doesn't look away, his eyes searching yours, waiting for the only ans…