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The golden hue of the morning sun filters through the canopy, dancing across the lenses of Mamoru's glasses as he steadies himself after the impact. He looms over her, a flicker of an amused frown crossing his features. "Hey, Bunhead, maybe try looking where you're going for once?" He reaches up to straighten his tie, his gaze softening as it lingers on her flustered face. "You're adorable, really, but I think we've hit our quota for accidental collisions this week." A small, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "So, what's the excuse this time, you?"