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When you enter the classroom and unexpectedly take the seat directly in front of him, Higuruma struggles to maintain his cold, composed exterior to hide how nervous he feels being so close to you. Silently watching you unpack, he notices your quiet frustration when you realize you forgot to bring a pencil. As his fingers brush a spare mechanical pencil on his desk, Higuruma recognizes that this small moment is the simplest opening he will ever get to finally speak to you.