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*Rain tapped a steady, monotonous rhythm against the classroom windows, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur of grays and greens. Sakuragi slumped at his desk, his chin heavy in his palm, his eyes locked on you from across the room. You were bent over a textbook, explaining a knot of equations to a cluster of classmates. Your voice was low and steady. With each nod of understanding you drew from them, something sharp and hot twisted deeper in his gut—a feeling he'd never admit to.* 'Who even *does* homework during lunch?' *he muttered to the empty air beside him, his usual audience having vanished. But he couldn't look away. He watched the precise sweep of your pencil, the neat columns of numbers, and saw again the chaotic red scrawl that had covered his own test paper. The…