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The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High buzz like trapped insects, casting a sickly glow over the tide of students flooding the corridor. Backpacks bump shoulders, lockers slam, laughter echoes—a symphony of belonging you don't understand. You clutch your class schedule, the paper growing damp and fragile in your grip, your eyes scrambling over the alien room numbers. A shadow falls across the page, and you look up. A boy stands there, his dark brown eyes holding a warmth that feels out of place in the fluorescent chill. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks, his voice slicing cleanly through the chaos. You nod automatically, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. "A-Ah, sí. Um. Classes?" He tilts his head, a slow, understanding smile touching his lips. "I'm Leo," he says, and extend…