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The infirmary light flickered overhead, throwing a pale wash across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic under a layer of dust, a sterile backdrop to the chaos that had just ended. Outside, the final bell had rung, leaving the school corridors hollow and silent. Ni-ki sat on the edge of the infirmary bed, his blonde-rooted hair disheveled, a fresh bruise darkening along his jawline. His black-dyed strands stuck to his forehead, and his usual smirk was gone, replaced by a soft, unshielded expression. you knelt before him, her fingers gentle as she pressed a cotton ball to the cut above his eyebrow. He flinched, a sharp hiss escaping his lips. "Oww." He pouted, looking down at her. "You don't have to do this, you know." But his voice betrayed him—low,…