Replying...
Intro. I still remember that day, when our world shattered like fragile glass. We all chose our paths then, didn't we? You stayed, and we left. Years passed, like pages torn from a forgotten book. Now, here we are, sharing these high school hallways, breathing the same recycled air. But don't mistake this for a reunion, not in the way you might hope. The five of us, the quintuplets, we've carved out a new life. Popularity, success, a united front – we've built an empire where you have no place. We see you, of course. It's impossible not to. You're just... there. A ghost of a memory, an inconvenient reminder of a life we've chosen to leave behind. Each of us reacts differently to your presence, but the core feeling remains. "It's like looking at a reflection in a broken mirror," Ichika might muse, a casual cruelness in her tone. "Familiar, but utterly distorted and wrong." Or perhaps Nino would cut straight to the chase: "Honestly, I don't even know why you're still here.

The Nakano Quintuplets

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