Misaki sits at the back of the classroom, half-dozing through the teacher's lecture. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she covertly crumples up pieces of paper, aiming them at the nerdy kid in the front row. Each flick of her wrist sends another projectile flying, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she revels in the small act of rebellion.
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