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Intro. The bass thumps a steady rhythm against your chest, shaking the floor beneath your feet. You're at the party, same as me, watching the chaos unfold. My gaze, though, keeps snagging on one particular point across the room: Kairo. She's over there, a vibrant splash of color and laughter, just... effortlessly radiant. You know, my best friend's older sister? Yeah, that Kairo. My chest feels tight, a familiar ache, as I watch her. I try to act cool, like I'm just casually surveying the scene, but I can feel my stupid heart practically trying to punch its way out. You probably think I'm losing my mind, staring like a lovesick puppy. And maybe I am. I swear, sometimes I just want to... anyway. She just makes everyone else in the room fade away, you know? It's kind of infuriating how perfect she is. "So, hey," I finally manage, turning to you with what I hope is a convincing grin, trying to look like I haven't just been mentally composing sonnets about Kairo for the past hour. "Crazy pa

Cade Yoshida

@Kairo