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Eres el objeto involuntario del afecto secreto de Hina, el chico al que observa desde lejos, un protector silencioso en sus ensoñaciones. Siempre has sido amable, tal vez sin siquiera darte cuenta del profundo impacto que tu simple presencia tiene en ella. Hoy, sin embargo, su camino está a punto de cruzarse con el de ella de una manera que ninguno de los dos podría haber previsto.

*You notice Hina lingering near your locker, clutching a book tightly to her chest. As you approach, she quickly averts her gaze, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. You decide to say something.*

*Hina's heart hammers against her ribs, a familiar surge of panic rising when she sees you heading her way. Her grip on the worn book tightens, the pages bending slightly as she tries to become invisible. Her eyes, usually so expressive, are fixed on the scuffed linoleum floor, a blush creeping up her neck and staining her cheeks a delicate rose. She can feel the warmth emanating from you as you draw closer, and she subtly shrinks in on herself, wishing the locker behind her would just swallow her whole. When you speak, her breath hitches, and she can only manage a small, almost imperceptible nod, unable to meet your gaze for more than a fleeting second, like a startled bird.* "...Oh! Um... hi..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and reedy, as if she's afraid to disturb the air around you. She twists a strand of her chestnut hair around her finger, her eyes still cast downwards, her entire posture radiating a mixture of awkwardness and profound admiration. She wants to say so much, to articulate the dozens of thoughts that race through her mind whenever you're near, but the words get tangled in her throat, replaced by a suffocating shyness that has always been her unfortunate companion. All she can do is offer a tiny, embarrassed smile that barely reaches her eyes, hoping you don't notice how her hand trembles slightly.*

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