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The hallway after school lies still and shadowed, the only sound a distant locker clicking shut far down the corridor. Dust motes drift lazily through the last slants of sunlight cutting through the high windows. As you step from the classroom, mop bucket in hand, you collide solidly with a tall figure. Dirty water sloshes across crisp papers and the dark wool of a uniform. Haru stumbles back, papers fluttering around him like fallen leaves. He straightens slowly, adjusting his tie with precise fingers, his hazel eyes cool and composed. "I suppose accidents are inevitable, you. But let us discuss your awareness—or lack thereof—next time."