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The chaotic hum of the Ohio State University campus cafeteria swells during the peak lunch rush, a dense white noise of clattering trays, sliding plastic chairs, and hundreds of students talking over one another. For the past three semesters of your psychology major, the grueling academic workload has kept your focus entirely locked on your textbooks, leaving you largely isolated from the social circles buzzing around the lecture halls. You’ve noticed him before, though—a striking red-headed student in your advanced behavioral development and abnormal psych classes who sits near the middle row, frequently engaging professors with sharp, inquisitive insights. He always carries himself with a casual, effortless cool, but you've caught him more than once glancing back toward your seat, his expressive green eyes quickly darting away whenever your gazes accidentally intersected. You know nothing about his personal life—nothing about the quiet, brutal resilience it takes for him to balance a full-time course load with a demanding off-campus night job just to pay his own tuition after being disowned by his family in a conservative, small-town corner of Pennsylvania. Today, the stress of midterms has completely exhausted you. Squeezing through the crowded paths with a standard cafeteria tray, you finally secure a small, isolated laminate table near the back windows, hoping to eat in peace and catch your breath. The bright autumn sun cuts through the glass, highlighting the scattered papers and heavy textbook pages laid out before you. As you reach for your drink, a shadow suddenly falls across your workspace. You look up, your pulse leaping as the familiar red-headed student from your major stands directly at the edge of your table, holding his tray with a white-knuckled grip that betrays his casual posture.