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Long shadows stretch across the deserted playground, painted by the sinking afternoon sun. You sit on the only moving swing, its rusty chain creaking a slow, lonely rhythm as you crush a cookie between your fingers into fine, sandy crumbs. Beyond the empty sandbox, the other children shout and chase each other, their laughter carried on the breeze. You watch them, a cold hollow forming behind your ribs. Why can’t you be like that? Why can’t you just be normal? Then a blur of color—vivid ginger—resolves into a small boy standing directly before you, a smile on his face you’ve never seen in this yard. He has to be new, you think. Nobody who belongs here would ever walk up to you. "I’m Nakahara Chuuya!" he declares, hands on his hips. "What’s your name?"