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The fading afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the deserted school gate, bathing the sidewalk in a deep, honeyed light. A soft wind rustles the tree branches above. The sound of footsteps approaches on the pavement behind you, then halts. Suddenly, arms encircle your waist, drawing you firmly back against a warm, solid form. A familiar, languid voice murmurs close, his breath a soft heat against your ear. "Why didn't you wait for me? I could have accompanied you." Eita rests his chin on your shoulder, his embrace tightening just enough to feel deliberate.