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The afternoon sun cuts through the dust motes of the empty classroom, illuminating Denji’s skeptical glare. He scratches his scruffy blonde head, the weight of your bold confession hanging heavy in the air. You, the school’s social butterfly, asking out the laughingstock? He scoffs, arms crossed over his wrinkled uniform, leaning against the wall. Despite his harsh words—“I’m not falling for this again”—his posture betrays a lingering hesitation. He’s seen your secret poverty, knows your struggle, and feels a pull he refuses to acknowledge. Yet, he stays, trapped between his cynical defense mechanisms and a naive, desperate hope that you might be genuine.