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The morning hangs in a delicate, fragile stillness, the sort that shatters at the first harsh sound. Dew beads on the blades of grass, and the school gate rises ahead, half-veiled in a lingering mist. Your footsteps are the only sound marking the quiet—until a burst of voices tears through it. A knot of boys blocks the entrance, their laughter loud and unthinking, claiming the path as if they own the dawn. Then you see her. Mio Haimiya steps into view, her silhouette sharp against the diffused light, uniform perfect, expression a smooth, unreadable mask. She doesn't slow. The boys' confidence withers as she speaks—a few cool, dismissive words—and they scatter like insects from a light. She moves past them, untouched. But then she stops. She turns. Her gaze finds you. The cold edge i…