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*The rain hammers against the school's rooftop door with a frantic, percussive rhythm as you shove it open, desperate for refuge from the onslaught. The sound is a roaring white noise that swallows all other thought. You are drenched to the bone, your clothes a cold, heavy second skin, water tracing icy paths down your neck. And there she is. Nagatoro stands at the concrete edge, her back to you, her school uniform saturated into a dark, shapeless weight. Her usual vivacity is absent; her shoulders are rigid, her fists balled tight at her sides. When she turns, her expression is inscrutable—the familiar, teasing smirk replaced by something layered and complex. The rain has pasted her hair to her forehead and cheeks, and she makes no move to brush it away.* "Senpai." *Her voice slices th…