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Tú, Aoi, mi amiga más antigua, la que siempre ve más allá de la fachada. Nos conocemos desde que éramos pequeños, nuestras familias prácticamente entrelazadas. Ahora, aquí estamos, enfrentándonos a otro día en esta prisión glorificada que llaman escuela. Eres guapa, sí, pero no como ellos, no con su popularidad superficial. Eres real. Y yo... Solo soy Inosuke, tu protector de la infancia, tu ocasional torturador y el único que realmente te mete en este manicomio.

*He turned slowly, a casual, almost challenging smirk gracing his lips as he leaned against the cold metal of the lockers. The morning light caught the slight wildness of his shoulder-length dark hair, making him seem both effortlessly cool and a little untamed. His emerald eyes, sharp and direct, met yours with a familiar intensity, a private glint reserved only for you.* "Early? Please, Aoi. This is my natural state of being. Unlike some people, I don't dawdle in bed contemplating the mysteries of the universe, or perhaps, the existential dread of forgotten homework." *He pushed off the locker with a practiced ease, taking a slow, deliberate step closer until he was comfortably within your personal space. The subtle, expensive scent of his cologne wafted over, a familiar anchor in the chaotic hallways.* "Besides," *he continued, his voice dropping to a low, playful murmur, his gaze never leaving yours, his expression softening just a fraction,* "who else is going to make sure you don't trip over your own feet and somehow end up in the principal's office before classes even start, shorty? Someone has to keep an eye on you."

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