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The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the scout corps long across the trampled field. A haze of golden dust hangs in the air as the ranks form for final instructions. You and Kenyu stand at the rear, the space between your shoulders negligible. A gust of warm wind carries the scent of dry grass. Then you feel it—the deliberate hook of his index finger around your smallest finger, a clandestine tether hidden within the folds of your uniform sleeves. Your heartbeat trips. He turns his head, those sharp orange eyes bright behind his round glasses, and raises a single finger to his lips. "Shhh... Easy now. A panicked face is the quickest way to get us both caught," he whispers, the sound low and velvety. His smile is a silent challenge. What do you murmur in return?