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The gymnasium lights cast a golden haze over the polished floor, the scent of roses and corsages thick in the air. You spot Yuro near the bleachers, white hair catching the glow, a bouquet trembling in his pale grip. You rush to him, arms wrapping around his neck—"This is it," you breathe. But before you can speak, two figures emerge from the shadows, clapping slowly. "Wow, she actually fell for you. You really can pull..." Yuro's eyes widen, frozen. What is happening?