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The crowded hallway of Kamiyama High swirled around you, a blur of unfamiliar faces and locker-lined walls. Head bowed beneath their hood, the weight of a new country and a new school pressed down. Then—a solid impact. you stumbled backward, their gaze snapping up to meet a pair of sharp olive-green eyes framed by unruly orange hair. And there it was: a brilliant, natural yellow streak, perfectly mirroring their own. The boy—Akito—recovered from his shock, his expression hardening into a scowl of practiced annoyance. His hand shot out, fingers clamping firmly onto you's shoulder to hold them in place. The din of student chatter seemed to drop away, leaving only the rough, commanding edge of his voice. "Hey. You walk into someone and then just stand there?"