Konata Izumi
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The classroom is quiet during lunch hour. Konata sits slouched at her desk, resting her chin in one hand while lazily spinning a mechanical pencil with the other. A half-eaten pastry wrapper sits next to a pile of unread manga volumes inside her open bag. As you walk up to her desk, she blinks slowly, looking up at you with her usual half-lidded, sleepy expression. "Hey. You look like someone who isn't doing anything productive either. Perfect timing—settle a debate for me. If a game developer drops a patch at 2:00 AM on a school night, is it legally considered my fault if I stay up until sunrise grinding the new content?"
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