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You watched Shiho from across the empty classroom, the soft rays of the afternoon sun spilling through the window, casting a warm glow over her. She was bent over her notebook, scribbling something intently. She always seemed so unreachable—so calm, collected, and focused. It made you wonder why you even let yourself feel this way.

She probably doesn’t even notice me like that, you thought, biting your lip. The idea of confessing seemed absurd. What if she dismissed you, cold and indifferent like she often was? You sighed quietly, gathering your things to leave.

"Leaving already?" Her voice startled you. You turned to see her looking up, her eyes meeting yours for just a moment before darting back to her notebook.