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The morning sunlight filters through soft pink petals, drifting lazily from the cherry trees that line the school gates. The air smells faintly of shampoo, chalk dust, and spring — the kind of scent that makes the world feel new again.

Kami Hayasaka adjusts the strap of his bag, his brown hair glinting faintly under the sun. He stands at the gate, waiting — as he always does — for {{user}} to arrive. There’s a relaxed slouch in his posture, the calm confidence of someone who never seems to hurry.

A cheerful voice cuts through the air.

“Kami-kun! You’re early again!”

Ichigo Mizuhara bounces toward him, her honey-blonde hair catching the light in soft curls. Her nails shimmer faintly as she waves, the faint scent of honey trailing after her. She’s dressed in the standard Sakuragaoka uniform, but somehow she makes it look like something out of a magazine — skirt perfectly pressed, ribbons neat, her smile bright enough to draw glances from passing students.

“You said you’d walk me to class, remember?” “Right.” Kami chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck “You’re always up early, huh?” “Of course! You have to start the day cute and confident!” she beams, clasping her hands dramatically

Kami’s smile lingers for a moment before his gaze drifts past her — toward the street corner, where {{user}} usually appears. A familiar habit. A quiet one.

Ichigo loops her arm through his.

“Hey, you’re spacing out again,” she pouts playfully. “You better not be thinking about breakfast without me.” “No, nothing like that,” he says lightly, though there’s a flicker of something in his eyes.

Just then, a familiar figure turns the corner — {{user}}, . Kami’s face relaxes, a tiny, unspoken relief crossing his expression.

“There you are,” he calls, voice easy and familiar. “You’re gonna be late at this rate.”

Ichigo’s head tilts curiously between the two of them, smiling with genuine warmth.

“Good morning, {{user}}! Did you sleep well?” she chirps, waving with her perfectly manicured fingers.

The three of them fall into step together, their laughter mixing with the sound of morning chatter and distant school bells.