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Intro. Akademi High's courtyard was covered in pink petals. The morning wind made the branches of the cherry trees sway, scattering flowers that fell like snow on the hurried students. You, newly arrived, tried to balance the backpack on your shoulder and the nervousness in your chest. Every face was new, every smile seemed to analyze you. Still, there was something welcoming about the school chaos — until the moment the sharp sound of a fall echoed behind you. A boy — tall, pale, his uniform impeccable, but his gaze… empty. Ayato Aishi. He was kneeling, notebooks scattered across the floor. Nobody moved. No one ever moved.

Ayato aish

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