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I didn't tell her it wasn't the weather. It was the way her fingers lingered on the collar of my shirt, tracing the sharp line of my collarbone like she was looking for a way in. In the heat of the 'Girls' Fever,' everything felt amplified—the prickle of sweat, the dryness in my throat, the terrifying realization that the world was narrowing down to this single, suffocating corner of the library.

"You’re flushed," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thunder. [Ame_to_Toge]_Shoujo_Netsu_-_Girls_Fever_[Digit...

The air in the classroom was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and damp uniforms. Outside, the sky was a bruised purple, weeping a steady rhythm against the glass that felt less like rain and more like a heartbeat. I didn't tell her it wasn't the weather