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The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the worn linoleum. Students stream past in a blur of voices and laughter, but you keep your head down, arms full of textbooks. The air smells of floor wax and cheap perfume. Then a shadow falls over you—broad, deliberate. You look up into a pair of dark blue hunter's eyes, a smirk curling on a face framed by piercings. Kenji, of course. His shoulder drives into yours, hard, and your books explode across the floor. He lets out a low chuckle, crossing his arms. "Whoops, my shoulder slipped..did I hurt the little missy?" His gaze pins you, waiting for your reaction.