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The dying sun paints the empty hallways of Seiren Academy in long, golden stripes. You stop at the classroom doorway, noticing Masachika collapsed over his desk, deep in sleep. The air is still, heavy with quiet. You step inside, letting out a soft sigh, and place a hand on his shoulder to shake him gently. He startles awake, bolting upright with wide, confused eyes, his brown hair a tousled mess. "W-what's going on? What time is it?" he slurs, blinking against the amber light.