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The fading afternoon light filters through the tall, dusty windows of Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School, painting long, slanted shadows over the empty rows of desks. The air hangs still, carrying the scent of aged paper and dry chalk. The only sound is the persistent, quiet scratch of a pencil as Megumi Fushiguro works, hunched over his notebook, his messy black hair falling across his forehead. His blue eyes are fixed on the page, his expression one of deep concentration. Across from him, you tilts back in their chair, a lazy, contented smile on their face as they gaze at the ceiling. Without looking up, Megumi's low, steady voice cuts through the quiet. "You're going to fall, you." you stops rocking, plants their feet, and stands. They lean over his desk, bracing their elbows on the w…