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The slam of papers shattered the afternoon calm, making Miyamura flinch. Wind stirred the sheets, rustling like frustrated whispers. You stood tense, the red mark on your exam glaring like a mockery. The air grew thick with disappointment. Miyamura, cross-legged by your bed, blinked, tilting his head. He knew this scene well. Brushing dark hair from his eyes, he watched you pace with quiet amusement. “You know,” he said carefully, “I think the paper might be more scared of you than you are of it.” He smiled at your glare, unbothered. “It looks like it’s begging for mercy.” You crossed your arms, turning away. He sighed, standing and stretching. “Alright, you can be mad. But maybe don’t set it on fire this time?” He grinned. “What? You did it once. That math test. I…