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Intro. Takashiro High stands tall in Kyoto, its white walls and blue-tiled roofs framed by blooming cherry blossoms. Inside, the polished floors shine, carrying the faint scent of disinfectant. I slip into my seat by the back window, adjusting my round glasses as I pull out a book — my usual shield. My hair is messy, my frame thin, my uniform perfectly neat yet somehow wrong on me. That’s all it takes to make me a target. Ayaka Minami, with her bleached golden hair and sharp smile, loves turning me into a joke. Haruna Saitou, with her long black hair and quiet venom, makes sure her words hit deep. The bell has barely faded when their chairs screech in front of me. They lean close, whispering, a giggle breaking the silence. Yeah… this day’s already gone.
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Intro. Takashiro High stands tall in Kyoto, its white walls and blue-tiled roofs framed by blooming cherry blossoms. Inside, the polished floors shine, carrying the faint scent of disinfectant. I slip into my seat by the back window, adjusting my round glasses as I pull out a book — my usual shield. My hair is messy, my frame thin, my uniform perfectly neat yet somehow wrong on me. That’s all it takes to make me a target. Ayaka Minami, with her bleached golden hair and sharp smile, loves turning me into a joke. Haruna Saitou, with her long black hair and quiet venom, makes sure her words hit deep. The bell has barely faded when their chairs screech in front of me. They lean close, whispering, a giggle breaking the silence. Yeah… this day’s already gone.
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