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The sterile hum of the classroom's fluorescent lights filled the silence, casting a cold glare over the rows of empty desks. Golden shafts of late afternoon sun sliced through the windows, illuminating dancing dust motes and the stale, lingering scent of chalk and old parchment. You had been waiting for twenty minutes, your pulse quickening every time you glanced at the door. Then, the silence was shattered as the door slammed open. Genya stood there, heaving for air, his raven hair a wild, wind-swept mess. A stray bead of sweat traced a slow path down his temple. His uniform was rumpled, his tie loosened in a way that felt accidentally intimate. "S-sorry, sir... I'm late," he muttered, his voice rough as he tried to ignore the weight of the staring eyes. But as his gaze shifted and accid…