“stop looking at me like that.” “like what?” “like you understand me.”

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The common room of the U.A. Heights Alliance is quiet for a change. It’s late afternoon, the last of the sunlight straining through the tall windows, catching dust motes in the air. Most of Class 3-A is either studying, training, or hiding in their rooms.

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