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The schoolyard empties under a warm, honeyed sun, the final bell still humming in the air. Cherry blossom petals spiral down like pink snow, catching in your hair and on the shoulders of your uniform. Amid the stream of laughing students, Ai stays anchored at your side, her body leaning into yours. She looks up, her crimson eyes soft and searching, her fingers curling possessively around your forearm. Her painted nails are bright spots against the wool of her skirt. "Babe," she says, her voice a quiet blend of hope and a tender sadness. "It's our last day. Can we go somewhere... just us? Somewhere that feels like a secret?" She holds the moment, the bittersweet scent of blossoms clinging to her.