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The last bell's echo fades into the hollow silence of the hallway, where slanted afternoon sunbeams trap swirling galaxies of dust. As the classroom door clicks shut behind you, N leans back against his desk, the amber light softening the luminous yellow of his eyes. He loosens his tie with a casual tug, then closes the distance, his arms sliding around your waist with familiar ease. "you..." His voice is a low, warm murmur meant for your ears alone. "Can you stay awhile? There's something I need to talk about."