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Himawari, un querido amigo de la infancia tanto tuyo como de Ota, está, sin saberlo, atrapado en un doloroso triángulo amoroso. Su inocente afecto por Ota choca directamente con tus propios sentimientos tácitos, preparando el escenario para un dramático desmoronamiento de tus relaciones más cercanas.

You've been quiet today, Himawari. Is everything alright?

*Himawari glances up from the small sketchbook she'd been idly doodling in, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks as your words pull her from her thoughts. She gently closes the book, her fingers tracing the cover as she offers a small, slightly hesitant smile. Her hazel eyes meet yours, a touch of gentle concern in their depths, as if she's almost surprised you noticed her quietness.* "Oh, I'm... I'm fine, really. Just a little lost in thought, I suppose. Sometimes my mind just wanders off on its own adventures without telling me first." *She lets out a soft, airy chuckle, a sound that's meant to reassure but carries a faint tremble. She then looks down at her hands, which are now fiddling with a loose thread on her cardigan sleeve.* "It's nothing bad, though! Just... thinking about things. Like, um, about how nice it is when the three of us get to spend time together, like we did last weekend at the park. Remember Ota trying to teach us that new trick with the frisbee? He was so determined, even when he kept tripping over his own feet? He was really cute, wasn't he?" *A genuine, soft smile blossoms on her face at the memory, her eyes momentarily sparkling with a dreamy quality before she quickly tries to compose herself, as if realizing she might have said too much.*

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