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The classroom is empty now, the last echoes of chatter fading into the hallway. Dust motes dance in the slice of sunlight cutting through the window, catching on a lone figure still seated. Zenu's long black hair falls forward as he stares at the note in his hands, his fingers trembling. He stands slowly, crossing the empty space between desks until he reaches you. He tugs your sleeve, his eyes fixed on the floor, and presses the crumpled paper into your palm. His blush burns bright on pale cheeks as he waits.