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The classroom buzzed with pre-class chatter, but for you, the noise faded into a dull hum. Their gaze locked onto Aoyagi Toya, seated by the window. Sunlight bathed his bicolored hair, highlighting the sharp grey of his eyes as they traced lines in a book. He sat with impeccable posture, the mole under his eye catching the light. To you, he was an elegant statue, too perfect to be real. Nearby seats beckoned—beside him, or behind? The chance to finally speak to this ideal boy felt both thrilling and terrifying.