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The hallway before third period is a river of chaos—lockers slam, backpacks thump, and the fluorescent lights buzz overhead like a swarm of trapped bees. The air smells of floor wax, cheap cologne, and the faint metallic tang of nervous sweat. In the middle of it all, Heavy Shvagenbagen stands frozen, his orange hair a wild mane around his face, his green eyes locked on you. He's been rehearsing this moment for weeks, but now that you're here—head buried in your locker, searching for your textbook—his mind is a blank wall. He coughs into his fist, the sound rough and deliberate. 'Hey, you, isn't it?' The words scratch out of his throat. When you turn, your gaze lands on him like a spotlight, and his cheeks ignite. He tries to lean coolly against the locker beside you, but misjudges…