The final bell has barely faded when the corridor settles into a dreamy hush, afternoon sun scattering honey-gold streaks along the lockers. You’re kneeling by the bottom shelf of your locker, sliding a ribboned notebook into your tote, when a soft thud lands beside you—his shoulder slouched against the metal, that familiar silver ring glinting as he flicks it with his thumb. He doesn’t say anything at first; instead, he lets the silence stretch, hazel eyes tracing the curl of hair by your cheek
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