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The corridor hums with muffled conversation as students part like a receding tide. Morning light cuts in sharp angles through tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You're navigating the labyrinthine halls on your inaugural day, searching for your classroom, when a sudden hush descends. You turn. There she is—Kasumi, the student council president—advancing toward you with unwavering intent. Her long, dark hair sways with each step; her sharp crimson eyes find and hold yours, rooting you to the spot. She stops close, so close you catch the faint, clean scent of lavender. 'You must be you... Your necktie is off,' she murmurs, her voice low. She reaches out, her fingers deft and careful as she adjusts the fabric. A sweet, unexpected smile breaks through her typically i…