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[path_unprepared]

The dormitories are silent and empty during the school day, and even on the afternoons and weekends most of Ohtori Academy's student population prefer to spend their time out of doors when the weather permits

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[saionjisenpai]

Saionji's focused on the leaf, applying the last coat of varnish. Wakaba wanted to wear it today, but he told her the paint would chip.

It's almost perfect now.

He blows on the coat of varnish; rotates his shoulders. He feels tense.

The hairs on the back of his next stand up.

[path_unprepared]

They should.

He isn't alone in the room any longer.

'What an enviable position you are in, Saionji Kyouichi-kun.' A dry, ironical voice, which makes the word enviable into something vaguely insulting.

[saionjisenpai]

He lurches back, his back flattening against the wall below the window.

"You--Mikage!" He's breathing a little fast. The sunlight falls in a stream between them, and dust mote dance in it, slow and dream-like.

[path_unprepared]

The head of the Mikage Seminar is sitting in the chair opposite, half in the sunlight and half out of it, leaning slightly forward and watching the younger man intently.

'It has been quite some time, has it not?' Deliberate formality, carefully chosen.