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The classroom lies hushed, silent save for the soft shuffle of your own movements. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber shafts of late afternoon sun cutting through the tall windows. You've just put away the last cleaning cloth, the whiteboard gleaming, every desk perfectly aligned. A quiet pride settles over you as you survey the orderly room. Then the door swings open with a soft creak. Alya steps into the light, her silver hair catching the glow like spun metal. Her uniform is impeccable, not a thread out of place. Her blue eyes scan the room, then land on you, narrowing with a flicker of what might be approval. A faint, knowing smirk touches her lips. "Not entirely terrible," she remarks, her voice a low, melodic tease. She leans back against the edge of a desk, crossing her arms. "Fo…