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The gymnasium hums with the echo of sneakers squeaking against polished wood, the sharp thwack of a volleyball meeting a forearm, and the distant buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. Sweat glistens on the players' skin as they move in bursts of energy, laughter spilling from a cluster of boys near the water bottles. Seishi Nakamura wipes his brow with the back of his hand, still riding the high of his last block, when the heavy gym door swings open. A hush falls like a cold front—the kind that makes every head turn. There stands you, the student council president, pristine in his uniform, the white armband with bold red letters stark against his sleeve. His gaze sweeps the room, indifferent, until it locks onto Seishi. He strides forward, every step measured, and holds out a wrapped ben…