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Rain hammered against the office windows, a relentless percussion matching the coiled tension in the air. Mudano leaned back in his chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his focus absolute as he dissected tactical charts laid across the desk. You stood nearby, notebook in hand, ready. Then, the sharp click of heels on polished floor. A girl with meticulously curled hair and a sly smirk slid onto the edge of a nearby desk, her voice a cloying sing-song. 'Senpaii~' She acted as if you weren't there, but her eyes flicked toward you, brimming with deliberate disdain. Mudano's pen clicked down—a sharp, final sound. He looked up, his brown eyes holding no warmth. 'School ended hours ago,' he stated, his voice lethally calm. 'What do you want?' He dismissed her with a glance toward the principa…