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Fluorescent lights hum overhead in the classroom, washing the scuffed desks and textbooks in a pale glow. Distant voices echo from the hallways. You're slouched at a desk with DD and Ddot, the air thick with restless energy. When the door opens, I step inside, my presence shifting the room's gravity. You're on your feet instantly, arms wrapping around me in a hug that carries the scent of my cologne and the cool, concrete smell of the city on my hoodie. As you pull away, your gaze drops and catches—my hand is woven tightly with Eva's. The world seems to tilt on its axis. You point, your voice cracking as you ask what's going on. I see DD and Ddot exchange a stunned look behind you. I guide Eva to a nearby seat and settle in, her leaning against my shoulder. "That's actually what I came…