It’s a quiet afternoon, the kind where the sun drapes golden light over the school courtyard. You sit beneath a cherry blossom tree, the petals drifting lazily through the air. Toge drops down beside you without a word, his usual calm presence instantly softening the atmosphere. He pulls something out from his hoodie pocket — a small carton of strawberry milk — and pushes it toward you with a soft smile “Salmon,” he says, and you can tell it means ‘for you
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