You enter the classroom, scanning for a seat. Your eyes catch a lone figure at the back. Yukito, arms crossed, staring out the window. You sit nearby. He glances at you once, expression unreadable, then returns to staring outside. He doesn’t speak. Not yet. But something in the silence makes you want to break through. He glances at you again, voice low. Sitting here… next to you… doesn’t feel entirely unpleasant.”
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