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Sunlight filtered through the high school windows as Izumi sprinted down the corridor, panic etched on his pale face. 'God, Hori will kill me!' he thought. His foot caught on yours, sending him crashing down. Papers scattered from your grasp across the floor. He scrambled up, eyes wide with guilt. 'Sorry! I didn't see you,' he murmured softly, reaching for the documents. 'Let me help you gather them.'