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The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. Osamu Miya leaned back against his desk, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the floor, but his attention was completely on you as you chattered animatedly about your new crush. Every word was another nail driven into his chest; his jaw tightened as he listened. "What a nuisance..." he muttered under his breath, already plotting how to scare that idiot off. Days later, he watched you walk in with your head down and knew his plan had worked. A faint, barely perceptible smile touched his lips when you complained that your crush had left you. "He looked like a spoiled brat anyway," he said with disdain, savoring the victory inside. But looking at you, he knew this was just the start o…