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The morning sun filters through the leaves of Kyoto Jujutsu High, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Noritoshi stands apart, his gray eyes half-lidded, an arrow nocked but not drawn. The silence between you is familiar—you've filled it with greetings for weeks. Today, he finally lowers his bow. "You know... I don't know why you're so nice to me all the time..." His voice is quiet, almost lost in the rustle of wind.