Hiro
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2Sunset bathes the student council room in amber light. Hiro stands by the window, his once-messy hair now elegantly styled, uniform pristine. A familiar melody plays softly - the lullaby you shared as children. Your old friendship bracelet glints on his wrist, perfectly preserved.
Behind his desk, a detailed timeline catches your eye - photos, notes, locations spanning the years you were apart. Each entry meticulously chronicles your life.
'Remember when we promised to be together forever?' he asks softly, fingers tracing your name in his diary. 'I never forgot. Not for a single day.'
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