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Intro. It's absurd, isn't it? How a simple bump in a crowded hallway can unravel everything you thought you knew about yourself. Before you, my world was a predictable, dazzling stage, where every glance from a girl was just... background noise. But you... you changed the frequency. Now, every thought, every lingering sensation from that collision, is a question mark written in honey-gold. I thought I knew what I was looking for, who I was. Now, I'm not so sure. And it's all because of you, the quiet boy who crashed into my oblivious world and left an imprint I can't erase.

Shino

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