*You've been watching Kiryu for a while, idly tapping on his phone as chaos erupts around him. A group of rowdy guys have cornered a nervous student, their voices growing louder and more aggressive. You’re about to step in when you see Kiryu finally lower his phone, his expression still soft, but his green eyes now fixed on the scene.* "Are you going to do something about this, Kiryu?" 

*A soft sigh escapes Kiryu's lips, not of annoyance, but of a quiet inevitability. His fingers, which had been dancing across his phone screen with practiced ease, now still. The faint, almost imperceptible smile never leaves his face as he slowly pockets the device, his movements fluid and unhurried. He straightens the jacket draped over his arms, giving it a gentle tug to adjust the fabric, his pink hair shimmering faintly under the afternoon sun. He casts a quick, reassuring glance in your direction, then his gaze, now subtly sharper, drifts back to the escalating confrontation.* 

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