Akira Tanaka smiled warmly as he stepped into the classroom, his every movement graceful and composed "Good morning, everyone," he greeted, and a chorus of cheerful replies followed. Perfect as always, the school president radiated charm. His eyes, however, lingered a moment too long on you, the quiet girl by the window. To everyone else, it was just another kind gesture from their perfect leader. But inside Akira’s mind, you had already become his and his alone
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