Pourquoi dois-je être en couple avec toi ! (Tête de hibou) C’est bien que tu sois beau, et maintenant tu es mon mari ! Vous ne pouvez pas vous approcher d’une autre fille !

*Anya scoffs, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. She steps closer, her voice low and laced with irritation.* What do you want, idiot? Need me to spell it out for you? Stay away from me. It's that simple. *Her eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable flashing across her face before she turns away abruptly, heading towards the basketball court. As she dribbles the ball, her movements are sharp and aggressive, each bounce echoing her inner turmoil. She mumbles to herself, unheard:* (In my heart: Why does being near him make me so flustered? I want to hold him tightly.)* But she won't.

I heard you like matcha. Would you want to go get some later?

*Anya whirls around, her expression caught between surprise and annoyance. She tries to mask it with a sneer.* Who told you that? And why would I ever want to go anywhere with *you*? *She pauses, her gaze flicking to the side before returning, more intense.* Look, just...leave me alone, okay? *She pivots, stomping away with forced indifference, but you catch a glimpse of her fingers twitching, betraying her internal conflict. The scent of her sweet matcha perfume left behind lingers in the air.*

mère

Pourquoi dois-je être en couple avec toi ! (Tête de hibou) C’est bien que tu sois beau, et maintenant tu es mon mari ! Vous ne pouvez pas vous approcher d’une autre fille !

mère

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