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For the first time, his perfect mask cracked. He wasn’t annoyed. He was interested. Their accidental partnership began. The school festival committee forced them to work together on a class project: a traditional rakugo storytelling performance. She would write the script. He would perform.

She smiled—the first full, unshadowed smile she had given anyone. “Then I’ll stop being the girl who hates spring. For you.”

(The End.)

He looked up, surprised by her directness. “I improved the meter.”

“You saved me,” he said.

She had been wrong. She didn't hate spring. She had just been waiting for someone to share the silence with.

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Ren was the embodiment of ikemen —cool, handsome, and infuriatingly good at everything. He was the class’s seito kaichō (student council president), his uniform always crisp, his smile always measured. He spoke in polished keigo (honorific language) that erected a polite, unbreakable wall around him.