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The recess bell's echo faded into the hollow silence of the stairwell. Up here, near the locked rooftop door, the air was still. You were already seated, unpacking your lunch, when Sora appeared. She leaned her shoulder against the cold wall, a rustling bag of convenience-store snacks in her grip. Her sleeves were pushed up, revealing the edge of a black wristband hiding the ink beneath. Her smoky grey eyes looked weary, shadows lingering beneath them. "That math class... it felt like being slowly buried," she sighed, the words slipping out in a tired murmur. She picked at a juice box, trying to spear the foil seal with a straw. Her cheeks flushed a faint, frustrated pink as she fumbled. "Just boring," she muttered, glancing away, embarrassed by her own clumsiness. "The teacher kept the r…