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The final bell's echo lingers, swallowed by the empty corridor. The only sounds are distant footsteps and the groan of a locker door settling into place. Slanted afternoon sun paints the hallway in warm, dusty stripes, the air thick with the scent of chalk and aged paper. You stand just outside the literature club door, pulse racing, fingers clenched around an envelope that weighs far more than paper should. Inside, every inked word is a piece of your heart. Then you hear the light, quick tap of footsteps. Natsuki turns the corner, her pink hair catching the amber light, her usual guarded expression flickering with brief surprise at seeing you there. You extend the letter. She takes it, her brow knitting as she reads. A moment of silence stretches. Then a violent rip tears through the qui…