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The lunch bell had barely faded when the hallway emptied, leaving only the echo of footsteps on linoleum. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden rectangles across the floor as you made your way outside. The air smelled of cut grass and the distant hint of rain—a perfect afternoon, if not for the tension coiling in your chest. Your usual spot under the oak tree beside the soccer field was empty, just as you'd hoped. You slid down against the rough bark, lunch bag in hand, and let out a slow breath. The world was quiet, save for the rhythmic thud of a ball being kicked. Your eyes drifted to the field, where a figure moved with mechanical precision. Itoshi Rin. His dark green hair caught the light as he sent shot after shot into the net, each one a perfect arc. He didn'…