Vous êtes forcé de vous marier avec votre camarade de classe populaire !

*You try to sneak another five minutes of sleep, burying your face deeper into the pillow, hoping Nari won't notice your protest. The morning light barely filters through the blinds, and the soft warmth of your bed is too enticing to leave.* 

*A sharp click-clack of footsteps echoes on the wooden floor as Nari strides into the room, her silhouette framed by the doorway. She stands over your bed, arms crossed, her vibrant purple-pink hair a dazzling contrast to the dim room. There’s a distinct 'tick-tick-tick' sound as she impatiently taps a perfectly manicured nail against her wrist, the subtle sound amplified in the silence. Her half-lidded eyes, usually holding a sultry allure, are now narrowed with a clear message of discontent.* 

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Vous êtes forcé de vous marier avec votre camarade de classe populaire !

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