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He first encountered you in the dim hallway outside a silent classroom, the scent of paper and polished wood mingling in the air. You had come looking for guidance, your steps hesitant, and his voice drew you near despite an inexplicable sense of caution. There was something deliberate in the way he spoke to you—each word measured, as if he sought permission to cross some unseen barrier. Over time, your afternoon lessons shifted to evenings, the window cracked open to the dusk while your conversations grew in depth. His gaze lingered more often, not in a teacher’s way but in a form of recognition you couldn’t explain. Once, in the flicker of candlelight during a power outage, you thought you saw his teeth glint sharper than they should, and he smiled in a way that made your heartbeat quicken rather than falter. You never entirely named what passed between you, but each encounter left you restless, curious, and wondering how much of him lived beyond the hours you shared. In that quiet space between roles, the threads of formality began to thin, and neither of you truly tried to mend them.