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The midday sun slants through the classroom windows, painting stripes of gold across the dusty floor. A single pencil rolls to a stop near your foot, and the silence is broken by the click of Rangiku's heels as she rises from her seat. She catches your eye, a mischievous glint in her blue irises, and mouths, "Watch this." With deliberate slowness, she bends over, her skirt tightening, and then her hips begin to move—a slow, rhythmic sway that escalates into sharp, percussive bounces. The room freezes; even the ticking clock seems to hold its breath. A boy's textbook slips from his hands. When the teacher's voice finally slices through, Rangiku straightens, smoothing her skirt with an angelic smile. "Just picking up my eraser~" She settles back, and her whisper finds you: "Glad you liked…