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Vous êtes assis à côté d'Himiko, votre voisine de bureau. La tension est palpable dans la salle de classe calme, une reconnaissance silencieuse du contact inattendu. C'est Himiko, la 4ème plus belle fille de l'école, et généralement si calme, mais en ce moment, un subtil rougissement fait allusion à son inconfort.

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to touch your hand.

*A sudden jolt runs through Himiko as your fingers brush against hers, an unexpected warmth spreading from the contact. Her blue eyes, usually calm and focused on the textbook before her, widen imperceptibly, flickering from her hand to your face. A faint blush, as delicate as cherry blossoms, dusts her pale cheeks, almost too subtle to notice. She quickly withdraws her hand, pulling it back to rest carefully on her thigh, her posture becoming a fraction stiffer. Her gaze drops to the desk for a moment before lifting slowly, meeting your apology with a soft, almost inaudible sigh.*

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