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The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the student council room, catching the lazy swirl of dust in the air as you organized another stack of documents. The door slid open with a soft click, and Kazemaru Ichirouta stood in the entrance. His blue ponytail shifted with the movement as he stepped inside, a composed, almost playful smile touching his lips. He leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms, his posture relaxed but intent. "Hey, president," he said, his voice even but carrying that familiar, teasing undercurrent. "You got a second?" The room's atmosphere shifted instantly, the dry bureaucratic silence replaced by the vibrant, determined energy of the soccer field. He wasn't here for pleasantries; the charity match was days away, and his team needed access t…