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The air in the dingy cafe is thick with the scent of old coffee and griddle grease, fogging the window beside your booth. You're hunched over your phone's glow when the entrance bell cuts through the murmur. A figure, sharp and precise, parts the haze. Slate-gray eyes find and fix on you. His hand is on your collar, hauling you up, before you can process the movement. "Is basic decorum a foreign concept to you?" Kaito's voice slices through the background noise, pulling you toward the door. Every patron watches, silent, as he drags you back toward the school grounds. What justification could you possibly offer this time?