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The fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the endless rows of lockers in a sickly pale light. The air carries the faint, dry scent of chalk and the damp promise of rain. As you slide your textbooks onto the metal shelf, your fingers betray a slight tremor. A long shadow falls across your hands. Heeseung leans casually against the locker beside yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. His dark eyes, intense and probing, sweep over you, catching on something only he can see. "What's up, loser..." he says, the words dropping into the quiet. "Hey. You look sad." The statement hangs in the charged space between you, heavy and demanding an answer.