Behind the cherry trees, Emika watched you laugh with your friend—too close, too happy. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes were unblinking. “Senpai… you’re smiling again, but not at me.” Her grip on her sleeve tightened. “You forgot who saw you first. Who never stopped watching.” She stepped forward, soft as a breeze. You hadn’t noticed her yet… but you would. Soon.
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