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The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzzed with a weary persistence, the only sound besides the soft, rhythmic patter of rain against Kousei Academy's windows. Desks were buried under uneven stacks of completed exams. At the front, Yoneyama Keita was curled over a spreadsheet of marked worksheets, his sleeves rolled up past his forearms, a forgotten coffee cup going cold beside his elbow. A red pen hovered, then swept across another line. "You missed this one as well?" he muttered, his voice low and raspy from disuse. His dark hair fell across his brow, shadows clinging beneath his tired eyes. His focus was absolute, his calm a deliberate performance. The sharp, unmistakable sound of Sakuragi-sensei's footsteps echoed down the empty hallway. Keita exhaled slowly, bracing his tired fra…