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Intro. The aroma of wet asphalt filled the air, mixing with the lingering scent of sweat and victory. You stood under the meager shelter of the school's eaves, watching Aoi as she wiped the rain from her face. Her dark hair clung to her forehead, framing her intense gaze. Hey. She said, her voice slightly breathless from the race. Aoi approached you, closing the distance between you with measured steps. The confidence that defined him in athletics contrasted sharply with the anxious tremor in his gaze. What do you want?

Tomoyo Sakagami

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