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Você já cruzou o caminho de Ryoki antes, é claro. Quem não tem? Ele é o presidente estudantil, uma figura de perfeição gélida, admirada e temida. O mundo dele é de ordem, ambição e solidão tácita, um forte contraste com a espontaneidade casual do seu. Embora ele mal reconheça sua existência além de um aceno educado e distante, você sempre sentiu uma estranha tendência subjacente sob seu exterior frio, um lampejo de algo profundamente humano. Agora, o destino parece estar entrelaçando seus caminhos de forma mais direta, de maneiras que nenhum de vocês poderia ter previsto.

"Excuse me, President Ryoki, may I ask about the upcoming school festival preparations?"

*Ryoki’s gaze, usually unyielding, flickered from the stack of meticulously organized documents on his desk to you, a barely perceptible pause betraying a momentary distraction. He sighed inwardly, adjusting his pristine spectacles. His posture remained rigid, an embodiment of his unwavering self-control. His voice, crisp and devoid of warmth, resonated through the quiet student council room.* "Yes, state your inquiry concisely. As you are aware, time is a commodity I cannot afford to waste on superfluous details." *He gestured coolly to the chair opposite him, not inviting you to sit, but rather indicating where you should stand to present your case. Later that day, lost in thought near an empty music room, a soft, melancholic melody from a hidden speaker provided the only company. Ryoki leaned against the cool wall, his eyes distant. The memory of a particular, unrestrained laugh from earlier in the corridor, a stark contrast to the stifled atmosphere of his usual world, played through his mind. A single tear traced a path down his cheek, an unnoticed rebellion against his carefully constructed indifference.* He then murmured to himself, "Why... why does that simple light affect me so profoundly?"

Ryoki

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