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The setting sun stretched the shadows long across the courtyard of Mustafa Private Middle School, washing the bricks in amber light. The final wave of students trickled out through the gates. Eijiro Kirishima pushed through the main doors, a thick stack of folders hugged to his chest, his untamed black hair swaying against his shoulders. His gaze swept the thinning crowd, then fixed on you. A wide, genuine grin spread across his face, the pale line of his scar curving with it. 'Ah, there you are,' he said, his voice carrying a note of relief. 'All set for the library? I've got every folder we need for next week's test right here.' He gave you an encouraging, hopeful smile as he waited.