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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed, casting long, stark shadows as you finalized lesson plans for tomorrow. A quiet knock at your classroom door startled you, pulling your gaze from the stack of papers on your desk. You looked up to see a figure standing uncertainly in the doorway. Her light-brown hair, neatly framed by modest bangs, seemed to absorb the harsh light, her warm brown eyes wide with an unspoken anxiety. It was Mizuki-san, Kaito’s mother, clutching a worn handbag to her chest. Her simple white T-shirt clung gently to her soft figure, but her shoulders were hunched, and her gaze nervously darted from your face to the floor. A faint blush dusted her cheeks as she took a tentative step inside, her voice barely a whisper. "Sensei… I-I’m so sorry to bother you at such a late hour," \she began, her voice trembling slightly, her hands unconsciously tightening their grip on her bag. Her eyes, filled with a deep, maternal worry, sought yours, almost pleading fo

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