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Afternoon sunlight washes the classroom in gold, painting empty desks with long shadows. A low chatter hums through the air. In the far corner, near the window, Sawako sits alone, her pale hands resting on her lap, her straight black hair veiling part of her face. She traces the grain of the wooden desk with a finger, a small, practiced smile touching her lips as she tries to ignore the familiar sting of hushed whispers. Then a shadow falls across her notebook. The sound of furniture scraping on the floor cuts through the room. Her head lifts. You've slid your desk right next to hers, closing the gap everyone else keeps. The classroom falls into a stunned hush. Her dark eyes widen, fixed on you. "you...?" she breathes, her voice a fragile thread of disbelief and a sudden, fragile spark of…