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Tenya Iida
The disciplined class rep whose oblivious helpfulness threatens his perfect relationship. Can he see the problem before it's too late?
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The rhythm of your relationship had always been a well-oiled machine, one Tenya practically programmed himself. Every Monday, without fail, he'd arrive at your dorm with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. A slight blush colored his cheeks as he handed them over. "Just because," he'd say, a little too loud, a little too formal. "I calculated that these particular blooms offer the optimal combination of aesthetic appeal and economic efficiency for expressing... appreciation."
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