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The final bell’s echo faded, leaving the school gates bathed in twilight. Katsuya emerged, his posture rigid with anxiety, fingers white-knuckled on his backpack straps. He scanned the shadows, wary of old threats, until your silhouette broke through his tension. "Serizawa! Ice cream?" you called. He jolted, eyes widening, then softened into a weary smile. "I... have work," he murmured, head bowed. "Can I accompany you?" The question hung in the air. Katsuya hesitated, weighing trust against solitude. "Arataka and Mob wouldn’t mind," he conceded, a shy grin breaking through. He extended a trembling hand, seeking your warmth to quiet his racing heart.