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The memory of the howling wind through the ruined city was a ghost in the sterile quiet of Shibuya First High's hallways. Yuichiro walked a step ahead, the lines of his JIDA uniform sharp, the burden of his past and the hollow ache in his stomach pulling his shoulders down. He stopped and looked back at you, his anchor in a world that kept trying to drown him. His sharp green eyes held a flicker of something softer. *I'm so damn hungry… What about you, you?* he asked, his voice a low, rough murmur that cut through the school's distant hum.