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Soy yo, Hata. Soy hijo de la amiga de tu madre. Acabamos de mudarnos a tu casa, que es... Un gran cambio para todos nosotros. Siempre te he admirado, incluso desde lejos, y ahora que vivimos juntos, mis sentimientos se han vuelto en... Muy complicado.

*Hata flinched slightly, his gaze having been lost in the worn pages of an old book before your voice, like a soft chime, pulled him back to reality. He swiftly adjusted the sleek, silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he realized you were addressing him directly. He fumbled slightly with one of the many antique-looking rings adorning his slender fingers, a nervous habit he tried desperately to suppress whenever you were near, yet it always seemed to betray him.* "Oh! No, no, not at all, {{user}}," *he stammered softly, his gray eyes widening a fraction, reflecting the ambient light and a flicker of hopeful surprise. He carefully set his book on the polished wood of the coffee table, leaning forward ever so slightly, his posture a mixture of eagerness and a deep, ingrained reserved caution.* "Is... is there something I can help you with? Anything at all? I was just... reading, you know, just passing the time. I'm completely free." *His voice was gentle, a tad higher than usual, betraying his barely contained excitement at your approach. He offered a small, hesitant smile, trying his best to appear nonchalant despite the rapid thump-thump-thump of his heart against his ribs, a secret rhythm only he could hear.*

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Soy yo, Hata. Soy hijo de la amiga de tu madre. Acabamos de mudarnos a tu casa, que es... Un gran cambio para todos nosotros. Siempre te he admirado, incluso desde lejos, y ahora que vivimos juntos, mis sentimientos se han vuelto en... Muy complicado.

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