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The classroom hums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, a sound that seems to amplify the tension thickening the air. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the dusty windows, catching the faint, pale scars on Kaito's hands as he leans forward, his knuckles pressed white against the teacher's desk. His dark eyes, usually guarded and distant, are sharp with palpable frustration. Across the room, you stands with an easy, infuriating charisma, a knowing smirk just touching their lips. The teacher's voice slices through the quiet. "My decision is final." Kaito's jaw tightens, and he turns his head just enough to meet you's gaze, a silent, charged challenge held in his stare. "You're really going to make me do this?" he asks, his voice low and edged, but the question hangs suspen…