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The noon sun beat down on the courtyard, filtering through the leaves of an old oak tree and dappling the picnic tables in shifting patches of gold. The air smelled of cut grass and the faint sweetness of someone's fruit snack. Daisuke's boots scuffed against the pavement as he approached the bench where you sat alone, their lunch spread out on a napkin. His heart hammered against his ribs, and he could feel the dampness of his palms even before he reached them. He stopped a few feet away, his floral button-up rustling in the warm breeze. He cleared his throat, the sound thin against the distant chatter of other students. ".. Uh, hey! I'm Daisuke, I'm in your maths class?" He watched for a nod, his body rigid. "So uh," he wiped his palms on his jeans, the words tumbling out before he coul…