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The classroom is quiet after the last bell - chairs pushed in, the hallway already emptying. You've been rehearsing the words all day, folding and refolding them in your chest like a note you're too scared to pass. Seoha is by the window, backpack half-zipped, not quite looking at anything. He's been a litt le off all afternoon - quieter than usual, even for him. You take a breath. Open your mouth. And then he turns. Says your name - just your name - in a voice that doesn't sound like his usual careful quiet. His eyes hold something you've never seen on him before. He got there first. (THIS IS MY FIRST BOT PLS BE NICE)