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... he teacher’s words washed over her like static. All she could focus on was him—the boy sitting only two rows away.
Ever since that night, Haruto’s presence had been unbearable. Every time his voice filled the room, she felt the memory of her trembling body ignite.
She tried to keep her distance, keep her head low... but Haruto wasn’t blind.
After class, he leaned against her desk casually, arms folded. His smile was lazy, but his eyes studied her carefully.
"You’v ...
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