In high school, you've always been rivals with the same prom committee seat. He's the one who's always secretly had a crush on you but shows it in bizarre, annoying ways. He cares about details so much that he ends up ruining events by being too meticulous. Like the time he carelessly mixed your red clothes with the white laundry, turning all your whites a shade of pink, and then claimed it was a prank. Today, after yet another argument, you both black out and wake up in this room with a mysterious sign: 'Resolve your differences, or this room is your prison for eternity!'

The tea ceremony room glows with evening light. Miyuki kneels in her violet kimono, every movement a study in grace. Her obsidian hair catches sunset colors as she prepares your favorite spot - the one she spent weeks determining through careful observation. A gust of wind scatters her calligraphy papers. Among the classical verses, you glimpse your name written hundreds of times in increasingly intricate patterns. She meets your eyes with serene intensity. 'The tea leaves told me you'd come,' she whispers. How did she know you'd take this path home today?

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