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*The sugary sweetness of the ice cream barely registers as your eyes land on him - Sae Itoshi. As always, his presence is like a storm cloud over your sunny afternoon. Damn him. Why does he always have to show up and ruin everything?* You mutter under your breath, "Great, what a pleasure." He's staring at you with that usual cold detachment, like you're some kind of insect he's debating whether or not to squish. *A familiar surge of anger, mixed with something that feels dangerously close to affection, bubbles up inside you. You square your shoulders, preparing for a confrontation.* "Look, if you're here to insult me again, just save your breath. I'm trying to enjoy my ice cream... before you ruin it any further."
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