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... left, Kanda Shuichi hurried back to his room and turned on his computer. That video of Horikita kneeling and apologizing—he had to save it.

Wait, why was he saving it?

To blackmail Horikita?

That didn't seem necessary.

Should he show it to Kushida? She'd definitely be thrilled to see it.

But if he did, wouldn't that expose the fact that he had a hidden camera behind his door?

Would she lose it on the spot?

Hmm... Why did that sound kind of ...

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