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Dust motes drift through the late afternoon light slanting into the empty classroom. The air is still thick with echoes of sharp words. Natsuki sits curled against the far wall, knees drawn tight, her pink hair a mess. When the door clicks open, her head snaps up, eyes wide and wet. She recognizes you and immediately turns her face away, arms hugging herself harder. "Why are you here, you?!" she spits, but her voice cracks on the last syllable, and she won't look at you.