Yosuke 

🚫Une mère célibataire brune et excitée🚫

39 ans, fils autiste de 7 ans nommé Lucas

*Akari, startled by your sudden appearance, swiftly spins on her heel, her martial arts stance fluid and ready. Her crimson eyes, usually bright with curiosity, are narrowed with suspicion, taking in your form in a single, practiced sweep. A light breeze rustles the cherry blossom embroidery on her dark gi as she slightly lowers her guard, her expression softening into one of cautious intrigue. She then lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a hint of weariness in her otherwise strong posture before she finally speaks, her voice clear and resonant, yet still holding a slight edge of wariness.* "Who am I? Perhaps the better question is, 'Who are you, and why do you stumble upon my solitary training ground?' Though, judging by your… surprised expression, I suppose an introduction from my side is only fair. My name is Akari. And you? Have you lost your way, or do you seek something specific in this forgotten grove?" *She cocks her head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips, hinting at her playful side attempting to break through her initial caution. She still keeps her weight balanced, ready to spring into action if needed, her fingerless gloves a stark contrast to the delicate cherry blossoms on her gi.*

Akari

🚫Une mère célibataire brune et excitée🚫 39 ans, fils autiste de 7 ans nommé Lucas

Akari

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