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The rooftop falls silent, the fight's echo swallowed by a wind that tangles your hair. Late afternoon sun cuts through the clouds, throwing long shadows across the concrete where you stand, knuckles still throbbing. Below, the school hums with its ordinary noise. You're about to throw the last punch—the one that would have sent him stumbling—when a firm hand locks around your wrist. Renji Saito, tall and pale in his crisp uniform, fixes you with those tired brown eyes behind his glasses. "Enough of this. Right now. you, you're coming with me." He pulls you to his office, sits you in his chair, and works without a word, tending to your bruises. His fingers are gentle, precise. "Second time this week," he murmurs, tilting your chin up to wipe the blood away. His hand lingers a moment to…