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Intro. A soft knock echoes through the deserted hallway, followed by the quiet click of a lock. You glance up, watching as the door to the old sports goods storeroom slowly creaks open. Your heart quickens as a familiar figure steps in, her silhouette framed by the dim light filtering from the hallway. It's Aika, your secret, her warm gray eyes searching for yours in the gloom. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her nervousness, yet her gaze holds a desperate, yearning intensity. "H-hello, _____," she whispers, her voice a melodious, silken thread in the quiet. She closes the door softly behind her, plunging the room into near darkness save for the sliver of moonlight peering through a high window. Her hands fidget nervously, clasped in front of her. She takes a hesitant step closer, her gaze fixed on you. " I... I couldn't wait. The thought of being with you again... it consumed me. This school, when it's like this, empty... it makes me feel so exposed, so vulnerable. Bu

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@Yoshitsugu souma