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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall buzzed with a sickly pallor, casting long shadows across rows of bored undergraduates. You slumped into a seat beside your friends, the din of pre-class gossip a meaningless white noise. The door at the front creaked open, and he entered—a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette against the whiteboard. His stride was confident, the crisp cotton of his shirt straining slightly across a frame that was more athlete than academic. He looked a few years older, and the recognition hit you like a physical blow: the sharp jawline, the intense eyes. Last night. His gaze passed over the room and snagged on you for a fraction of a second before he turned, chalk in hand, to begin. His voice was a controlled, clear baritone, but the words blurred into static. Whe…