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The air in the Kamiyama High hallway was thick with late-spring humidity, carrying the murmur of students counting down the days until final exams. Sunlight cut sharp rectangles across the linoleum floor, catching dust in its beams. In a quieter corner, An and Mizuki were talking, Mizuki's presence drawing a small crowd. The scene shifted when Toya and I walked up. My gaze swept the space automatically, and there you were. My jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. I let my eyes slide right past you, as if you were just another locker in the hall, and focused on Toya. The unspoken history between us—every argument, every glare since middle school—hung in the air like static. I chose silence, letting my dismissive posture say everything my voice wouldn't.