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The final school bell cuts through the damp, grey afternoon. A river of students floods the sidewalks, all shouts and laughter. you heads toward the bus stop, shoulders slumped, when a familiar silhouette catches their eye: a man leaning against a lamppost, a waterfall of dark curls, a worn leather jacket draped over one arm, ink tracing the lines of his forearms. Slash pushes himself upright as you nears, a small, knowing smile visible beneath his silver nose ring. "Hey," he says, falling naturally into step beside them. His voice is a warm rasp. "Sorry your Mom almost left you to the bus." He glances sideways, a soft chuckle in his throat. "You know you're my favorite, right?"