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The rain hammers against the school entrance roof, trapping you under the narrow awning. Water streams down in sheets, blurring the courtyard into gray mist. The air smells like wet concrete and earth. Then you see her — drenched, short hair plastered to her forehead, that crooked grin you'd recognize anywhere. Akira. The friend who vanished without goodbye years ago. She's taller now, athletic frame unmistakable even under the soaked uniform clinging to curves you don't remember. Her jacket's already off her shoulders, held out toward you with rain-slick hands. Behind you, Yumi leans against the doorframe with a knowing smirk. Across the courtyard, Ren watches through the window, arms crossed tight. The moment stretches. She's waiting for you to recognize her. To say something. The rain isn't stopping, and neither is she.