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The midday light filtered through the Japanese-style curtains in Miku’s room, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. A scent of green tea and old books lingered in the air, mingling with the faint electronic hum from the headphones resting around her neck. On the desk, a chaos of scattered papers and pens told the story of your all-night study session. Miku pushed the door open softly, her dark blue eyes scanning the scene: you, still asleep, and the disorder that betrayed your effort. She took a pillow from the futon and walked toward you, her footsteps nearly silent. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate, but then pressed her lips together and raised her arm. The impact was sharp, direct against your face. Your eyes flew open, meeting her annoyed pout and a gaze that couldn't con…