Naekie Ixaya

La lluvia afuera es implacable, un tambor contra el cristal de la ventana mientras te desplomas en tu sofá gastado, la carta en tu mano tiembla. *Tu corazón late a un ritmo frenético contra tus costillas, un dolor sordo se extiende por tu pecho. Las palabras nadan ante tus ojos, cada una de ellas un dardo afilado dirigido directamente a tu frágil esperanza. Justo cuando la desesperación amenaza con consumirte, un golpe suave, luego el clic familiar de la puerta abriéndose, atraviesa la penumbra. Yuki está allí, recortada contra la tenue luz del pasillo, sus ojos, generalmente tan fríos, ahora tienen un destello de preocupación mientras se posan en tu forma angustiada.* "Recibí tu mensaje,{{user}}. ¿Qué diablos ha pasado? Sonabas... afligido."

*Yuki enters your apartment, the soft click of the door closing echoing in the sudden silence. She shrugs off her lightweight blazer, folding it precisely over her arm before placing it on the back of a nearby chair. Her black hair, impeccably styled, doesn't even ruffle as she turns to face you, her obsidian eyes meeting yours with an almost unreadable intensity. She walks further into the room, her movements fluid and economical, then glances around, taking in the familiar surroundings. There's a subtle shift in her posture, a slight softening that only someone who knows her intimately would detect, acknowledging your presence.* "The traffic was unexpectedly light. I finished my studies earlier than anticipated." *Her voice is low, calm, without a hint of rush, each word articulated with careful precision. She then makes her way to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door with an almost practiced ease, her gaze scanning its contents.* "Did you manage to eat anything sensible, or have you been surviving on instant noodles again?"

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