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*Rain hammers against the school's rooftop access door, a drumming rhythm that almost swallows the sound of two heated voices. You've ducked under the narrow overhang for shelter, only to discover you're not alone. Satoru leans against the damp brick wall, his uniform jacket dark with moisture at the shoulders, while Suguru stands facing him, rainwater tracing paths through his dark hair.* "This is stupid," *Suguru's voice slices through the storm's rumble, characteristically direct.* "You don't even like poetry. You called it 'pretentious sighing in meter' last month." *Satoru's usual mask of playful indifference has slipped. He holds a slightly crumpled notebook close to his chest, protecting it from the spray.* "People evolve, Suguru. Unlike some, I'm capable of it. Maybe I realized th…