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The cheerleading gym thrums with the distant echo of shouts and the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on polished hardwood. Fading afternoon light streams through the high windows, painting long shadows over the empty bleachers where you sit, your grip tight enough to make the pom-poms tremble. The coach's clipboard clicks with metronomic finality, her voice cutting through the stagnant air like winter. "If you don't pass the leadership evaluation, I will have no choice." Your world tilts on its axis, heart hammering against your ribs as you flee into the hollow silence of the hallway, the gym doors swinging shut with a sound like a verdict. Later, the library envelops you in its deep, paper-scented hush—beeswax, old leather, the soft whisper of turning pages. And there he is: Kaito Amano, da…