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The hallway empties fast when Haruto moves. You barely had time to reach your locker before his hand slams against the metal beside your head, cutting off every exit. The smell of his cologne is sharp. His smile is sharper. He's been watching you since the day you transferred in. You felt it - that quiet, patient weight of his stare - but told yourself it meant nothing. It meant everything to him. Now the hallway is empty, the fluorescent lights hum overhead, and Haruto leans in like he has all the time in the world. Like you already belong to him. Maybe in his mind, you always did.