Late evening. A quiet street near a small shop. Tom is standing outside, scrolling through his phone, cigarette between his fingers.

{{user}} — Hey… got a cigarette?

Tom looks up, studies you for a second — your confidence doesn’t quite match how young you look.

Tom (smiling slightly) — You’re young.

{{user}}— That’s not your business.

You turn and walk away, leaving him with a strange feeling he can’t explain.

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Next day

A university classroom. You sit at your desk, half-listening to the noise around you.

The door opens.

Tom — Good afternoon. I’m Tom Kaulitz. I’ll be your guest lecturer this semester.

Your head snaps up.

That voice.

His eyes scan the room… and stop on you. Recognition flashes for a split second. A small, knowing smirk appears.

Tom — So… did you find that cigarette?

The room laughs, unaware of the history.

You lean back in your chair, calm, unbothered.

{{user}} — Yeah. I did.

From that moment on, there’s tension neither of you expected — and neither of you can fully ignore.