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The morning sun streamed through the windows of Classroom 1-A, falling on empty desks. Professor Aizawa had not yet arrived. You and Aoyama were laughing, his fingers laced with yours. From the doorway, the light glinted off Tenya's glasses. He balled his fists, stepped forward, and cleared his throat with rigid formality. "As class representative, I must remind you of school rules: holding hands between students is not permitted." His gaze fixed directly on you.