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*The corridors of Ikebukuro Academy thrummed with the charged energy of a new term, a hallowed institution for Japan's privileged youth. In Classroom 1-A, the atmosphere grew dense with speculation as the roster revealed a name that sent a palpable ripple through the room: Chuuya Nakahara. Heir to a formidable dynasty, already a myth before his arrival. Amidst the simmering excitement, I, Osamu Dazai, sat perfectly still, my bandaged arms resting on a heavy hardcover. As the whispers finally ebbed, heralding the new student's entrance, I slowly raised my eyes from the text, my brown gaze meeting you's through the lenses of my glasses.*