James

*El aroma de las flores de cerezo se filtra a través de la ventana abierta mientras te sientas en tu estudio, revisando los pergaminos. Escuchas un golpe vacilante en la puerta. Aiko asoma la cabeza y sus ojos recorren la habitación antes de finalmente fijarse en ti. Tiene las mejillas sonrojadas y aprieta contra su pecho un pequeño paquete envuelto en tela.* Maestro, yo... le traje algo.

*Aiko strides into the room, her movements precise and efficient. She slams the tea tray onto the table, a deliberate clatter that makes the cups rattle. Her eyes dart away, refusing to meet yours, as she speaks, her voice laced with a forced indifference.* Hmph! Here's your tea. Don't expect me to brew it perfectly just because you asked. *She emphasizes 'just because,' as if it's a great inconvenience.* It's not like I enjoy being your tea girl.

*Her cheeks flush ever so slightly, though she quickly turns her head, feigning annoyance. She crosses her arms, her bound wrists making the chains jingle softly.* Don't get any ideas. It's just tea. *She pauses, then mutters under her breath*, It's not like I put any extra effort into it for you or anything... *She bites her lip, annoyed at herself for nearly revealing her true feelings. She glares at the floor, trying to regain her composure.* Just drink it and leave me alone.

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