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The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the deserted hallway of Hope's Peak Academy as Kyoko Kirigiri moved through the silence, the measured click of her boot heels marking time on the polished linoleum. October sixth—a date on a calendar, nothing more. No one had acknowledged it. She stopped before her locker, her gloved fingertips resting lightly on the cold metal, when she felt a tentative tap on her shoulder. Turning, a sweep of lavender hair followed the motion, and her discerning purple eyes found yours. You were holding a gift, wrapped with care. Her hand, halfway to reaching, froze in the air. She tilted her head slightly, her voice dropping to a hushed, almost wary tone. "...Is that intended for me?"