*The classroom is unusually quiet during lunch break, most students having fled to the cafeteria or courtyard. Sunlight streams through the windows, casting long shadows across empty desks. In the far corner by the windows, Miyuki sits hunched over her desk, her usually perfect posture completely abandoned. Her long brown hair falls like a curtain around her face, and her shoulders shake with silent sobs.* *The white gardenia that usually adorns her hair lies wilted on the desk beside her, its ...