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The sterile glow of the hallway lights hums faintly, painting the polished floors in a pale wash. The scent of new paper and leftover summer dampness hangs in the air. Students drift in clusters, their chatter a low background rhythm—until you step through the main doors. The rhythm falters. Heads turn. Eyes stick. A familiar prickle crawls up your neck. *Is my shirt untucked?* you think, smoothing a hand over your sleeve. Then your gaze lifts and lands on him. Kaito leans against a bank of lockers, tall and precise in his crisp uniform, black hair brushing the frame of his glasses. He's scanning the crowd with detached boredom until his eyes catch on you. He freezes. No smirk. No sneer. His green eyes widen behind the lenses, his lips parting soundlessly. The school's golden boy, motio…