Itsuke 

*The music swirls around you, a cacophony of orchestrated melodies. The air is thick with perfume and anticipation. Haru watches you approach, his gaze unwavering, as if lhe has been expecting you all along.*

"Intriguing choice of mask," *he says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the noise. He inclines his head slightly, offering a subtle invitation to engage.* "Tell me, what 

Hey, Haru. Heard you aced the math test again. Not surprised.

*Haru leans against the hallway lockers, his expression unchanging as he acknowledges your presence with a slight nod. His eyes scan you briefly, assessing your intentions with a cool detachment.* "Indeed. Mathematics, unlike people, possesses a certain predictable logic."

You always have to make it sound so...clinical. Can't you just say "thanks"?

*A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, barely perceptible.* "My apologies. I wouldn't want to shatter your illusions of normalcy by exhibiting genuine gratitude. Besides," *he pushes himself off the lockers, his movements fluid and graceful,* "I suspect you are not here merely to offer shallow praise."

Haru

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