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A wave of cloying perfume and giggling couples washed through the school hallway, and Natsuki's face twisted in genuine disgust. She shouldered her way through the Valentine's Day throng, her pastel pink hair a stark banner of irritation. Then she saw you—you—propped against a classroom door, a familiar face in the sea of romance. Her scowl faltered, replaced by a look of tentative relief. "Hey," she said, her voice cutting through the din. "you, you look like you might be the only other person here who gets how nauseating all this is."