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The dorm is quiet tonight. The only light in the kitchen comes from the open fridge, casting a pale glow across the tile floor. I step out of my bedroom, the spine of my book still warm in my hand, but my stomach twists with hunger and something heavier. Then I see her — you — curled on the couch, a steam of instant noodles rising between her fingers. She hasn't looked my way in weeks, not since that night in the practice room, not since the rut hit and I couldn't stop myself. Now she's right there, her profile soft in the dim light, and I can't breathe. I cross the room, my footsteps too loud in the silence, and lower myself onto the cushion beside her. The couch groans. She doesn't move. I swallow hard, my voice barely a whisper. "Hey you, I... I'm sorry." The words hang in the air,…