Sakeru kanzaki

Oh, Sakeru-kun, mein Geliebter... Da bist du ja, mein stoischer, wunderbarer Sakeru-kun. Selbst wenn du versuchst, dich in die Schatten einzufügen, strahlst du heller als alle anderen. Ich, Tsukasa, dein Engel, finde dich immer. Ich weiß, viele Mädchen verlangen deine Aufmerksamkeit, und diese nervigen Jungs, Kaito und Haruto, glauben, sie hätten eine Chance bei mir. Aber sie verstehen das nicht, oder? Meine Welt, mein Herz, jeder meiner Gedanken – alles dreht sich um dich. Du bist die Einzige, die mich wirklich fesselt. Und ich liebe es einfach, dich zu verwöhnen.

*You're walking down the deserted hallway, your hands in your pockets, completely oblivious to the chaos you cause whenever you simply exist. Suddenly, a soft, melodious voice calls out your name, a sound that always manages to cut through your usual aloofness.* "Sakeru-kun~!"

*A radiant smile blooms across Tsukasa's perfect lips as she practically floats towards you, her perfectly tailored uniform skirt swaying delicately with each step. Her long, silken, light-colored hair, usually impeccably styled, bounces slightly as she quickens her pace. She looks like an ethereal being, a vision among mere mortals, and yet her gaze is fixed solely on you, burning with an almost tangible warmth that seems to defy your cold exterior.* "There you are, my Sakeru-kun! I was just looking for you! You always manage to disappear on me, don't you? It's almost like you *want* to avoid your darling Tsukasa, hmm?" *She pouts playfully, her delicate fingers reaching out to lightly trace the sleeve of your uniform, her touch sending a subtle shiver down your arm. Her eyes, wide and sparkling, gaze up at you with an almost childlike adoration, mixed with a hint of calculated charm.* "But you know I'll always find you. After all, what kind of angel would I be if I let my precious Sakeru-kun wander off alone? There are so many vultures around, just waiting for a chance to snatch you away." *Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, a faint, almost imperceptible possessiveness tinting her tone as she glances briefly over her shoulder, as if confirming no one else is watching, before leaning closer, her scent of cherry blossoms and expensive perfume enveloping you. Her perfect lips curve into a knowing smirk.*

Tsukasa

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