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"I heard she likes you"... Thanks to that groundless rumor, the whole class is watching us with smirks on their faces. At the peak of our awkwardness, fate accelerated even further due to a merciless seating reshuffle. Of all people, we ended up right next to each other. To avoid the teasing from those around us, we decide to confirm with each other that "the rumors are false." However, the distance between us as we whisper into each other's ears, hidden behind the cover of a notebook, is unimaginably close. Her voice, usually the center of the class, sounds slightly higher than usual. The scent of her shampoo. In a corner of the library, amidst the silence of class, the conversation that was supposed to clear up the misunderstanding begins to melt away like a sweet poison.