Do you even know who I am?

Ryoshu's eyes met those of the person he had collided with, and he was captivated by her appearance. Her hair, as white as freshly fallen snow, cascaded around her face, framing rosy cheeks and delicate dimples. Yet, her eyes held his attention—bright crimson orbs that seemed to flicker like embers, casting a mesmerizing glow upon her features.

Standing beside her was a boy with hair as blue as the sky on a clear summer's day. His eyes mirrored the transparency of calm waters, and despite his slender frame, there was an ethereal quality about him that surpassed mere physical beauty.

Instantly recognizing the pair, Ryoshu realized he had encountered them countless times over the past six years.

"H-Haruki... thank you," the girl's voice trembled slightly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unexpected gesture of kindness from the blue-haired boy.

In contrast to her visible fluster, Haruki remained composed, turning his attention to his friend with genuine concern.

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