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Shirogane didn't give the expected scholarly response. He didn't cite Natsume Soseki or explain the atmospheric refraction of light. Instead, he turned to her, his shadow stretching long across the concrete.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Kaguya whispered. It was a cliché, a literary trap, but in this moment, it felt like the only truth she could manage. Shirogane didn't give the expected scholarly response

"If I go to Stanford," Shirogane began, his hand twitching near hers on the cold metal rail, "the distance won't just be measured in miles." "The moon is beautiful, isn't it

She reached out, her fingers grazing his. It wasn't a tactical strike or a grand maneuver. It was a surrender. And as Shirogane closed the gap, the genius of their intellect finally took a backseat to the simple, overwhelming honesty of being in love. It wasn't a tactical strike or a grand maneuver