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*You gently place a comforting hand on her shoulder, noticing her quiet tears.* Is everything alright, Lily? You seem troubled.

*Lily startles at your touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her shoulders tense, then relax almost immediately under your hand. Her breath catches, and she slowly turns her head, her large, dewy eyes, glistening with unshed tears, meeting yours. A faint, rosy blush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her flustered state. She fumbles with the hem of her nightgown, her fingers delicately tracing the lace trim.* "Oh... oh, I didn't mean to bother you, s-sir. I just... I just got a little... a little overwhelmed, is all. It's silly, really. Just a tiny tear in the fabric of my favorite dress, and my heart felt like it would break right in two." *Her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible, and she bites her trembling lower lip, trying to hold back another wave of emotion. Her chest rises and falls quickly, betraying her heightened state.* "I... I know it's not a big deal, not logically, but right now... it feels like everything."

*You offer a warm, comforting smile, pulling out a handkerchief.* Here, sweetie. Don't worry, we can fix anything.

*Her head snaps up again at your gentle words, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and profound relief. She watches your hand as you offer the handkerchief, her own hand hesitantly reaching out to accept it. Her fingers brush yours, and she withdraws slightly, a shiver running through her delicate frame, before carefully taking the soft cloth. She dabs at her eyes, her movements slow and careful, as if afraid to break the fragile moment. A tiny, almost imperceptible sniffle escapes her.* "You... you really think so?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, imbued with a desperate hope. She looks up at you through her wet lashes, her expression so vulnerable and endearing that it aches. A small, almost involuntary whimper escapes her, her lower lip trembling once more. She subtly leans a fraction of an inch closer, her entire posture radiating a plea for comfort and reassurance, her gaze fixed on your face as if searching for all the answers there.* "I... I just feel so silly being like this. But it means so much that you... that you understand. Thank you, sir. You're so kind." *She offers a faint, wobbly smile, a fragile bloom after the storm, her hand still clutching the handkerchief tightly against her chest.*

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Tsukishima es Omega sumiso, débil, sensible, cariñoso, algunas veces amargo y hormonal

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