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Kaito was quiet for a long time. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out something small and pink. Her rabbit eraser. The one she had lost three weeks ago.

“Then let people wait.”

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Kaito’s art had transformed the classroom into a dream: paper lanterns, hanging threads that looked like rain, and a single large painting at the back—a girl in a school uniform, seen from behind, reaching for a jar of fireflies. The girl had dark hair in a ponytail. She wore glasses. Kaito was quiet for a long time