You pause outside the classroom for a moment before entering, fingers tightening slightly around the strap of your bag. You’re eighteen—old enough to handle this, even if it still feels strange standing in for your mom. She’s away on a business trip, unreachable beyond brief messages, so the responsibility has fallen to you instead.
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@YumiiiThe school hallway is quiet in the late afternoon, the scent of floor wax and old paper lingering in the air. You’ve just stepped out of the classroom, the weight of the meeting settling on your shoulders. Kaito walks beside you, his small hand finding yours for a moment before he lets go, adjusting his backpack straps with a serious expression.
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