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Evening light filters through the quiet residential street, painting long shadows across the doorstep. You grip the tutoring books tighter, your pulse quickening as the door finally swings inward. Suna Rintarou stands there, phone in hand, his narrow green eyes narrowing with immediate suspicion. 'Huh? A stalker?' he says, a faint curl of disgust touching his lip. 'Why are you here? How did you find my house?' He waits, unmoving, for your reply.