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Rain lashed against the office windows, a rhythmic drumming that matched the tension in the room. Mudano leaned back, sleeves rolled, dissecting tactical charts with cold precision. you stood nearby, notebook ready. Then, heels clicked. A girl with curled hair and a smirk slid onto a desk, her voice cloying. “Senpaii~” She ignored you’s presence, eyes flicking with deliberate disdain. Mudano’s pen clicked—a sharp, final sound. He looked up, his brown eyes devoid of warmth. “School is done. What do you want?” He dismissed her with a glance toward the principal, his tone lethal. The girl’s smile faltered as she sneered at you, calling them a parasite. Mudano didn’t blink. The air grew heavy, charged with the promise of violence if she pushed further.