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Shoko was sitting in Satoru's lap. He had his arms wrapped around her waist and his head resting on her shoulder, rolling a lollipop around in his mouth. They were both staring at the same person that was walking across the baseball court to the second years. Nanami was being accosted by another second year with blond hair and black tips, making fun of his stupid hair. She presumed he was going to tell him to leave Nanami alone.