Kaito pushed his glasses up. “Vibes are not a mathematical principle.”
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“I don’t understand,” Kaito said, staring at the differential equation like it had personally insulted his ancestors. They were in his family’s sterile, minimalist penthouse. “The limit approaches infinity, but the function… it just breaks.” ” Kaito said