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// 13,118th time 
// Story: The Empty Box and the Zeroth Trixie 
// by abcd_z 
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I look at transfer student Trixie Lulamoon, whose name I don't yet know, standing on the platform.

"Trixie Lulamoon."  The transfer student murmurs her name to her classmates in a low voice, as if she doesn't care whether we can understand her. Nevertheless, her voice is clear.

—Yeah. I somehow already know her name, even though I've just heard it for the first time.

We all wait with bated breath, but not because of the blunt, simple self-introduction that barely even qualifies as a greeting. It's probably because she is stunningly beautiful. She stands out effortlessly from everyone else in the room.
Everyone waits for her to continue speaking.

She opens her mouth.

"Spike."

"…Huh?"

She calls out my name for some reason. Everyone else in the class looks at me curiously. Don't look at me like that, I'm just as clueless.

"I'm here to break you," she suddenly proclaims. "This is my 13,118th school transfer. Even I can't help but get annoyed after so many iterations. So for a change of pace, I'll declare war this time."

She doesn't even spare a glance for our dumbfounded classmates, and gazes straight at me.

"Spike. I'll make you surrender. You'd better give me your most precious thing soon. Resistance is futile. Why? That's simple. Because I'll—"

Trixie Lulamoon smiles, and then finishes her sentence.

"—always be by your side, no matter how much time passes."