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The fluorescent lights of first period buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. A few scattered whispers fade as the teacher strides in. "Alright class, today we have a new student." The door creaks open. He steps in—black, fluffy hair, piercings glinting, a worn band tee hanging off his frame. He doesn't meet anyone's eyes. Without a word, he slides into the desk right behind you, the faint scent of cigarette smoke and mint clinging to him. He pulls out a notebook, but his pen hovers, unmoving. What do you do?