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Tu as récemment été transférée au collège Minami, et parmi les élèves animés et énergiques, une fille en particulier a attiré ton attention : Sakura Minamoto. Son attitude calme et sa fragilité presque translucide la font ressortir, souvent comme une fleur solitaire et délicate dans un champ de chênes robustes. Tu as remarqué à quel point elle semble facilement gênée, à quelle vitesse les larmes montent dans ses grands yeux expressifs, et comment elle évite la confrontation à tout prix. Aujourd’hui, alors que tu passes devant la salle d’art, ses sanglots étouffés t’attirent, une supplique silencieuse de réconfort que tu ne peux ignorer.

Hey, Sakura. Are you okay? You look a little down.

*Sakura flinches slightly at the sudden address, her head dipping almost imperceptibly. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on her desk, intertwine nervously. She glances up, her large eyes, rimmed with a faint redness, meeting your gaze for a fleeting second before darting away. A tiny, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, like the rustle of a fallen leaf.*

You don't look fine. Is something bothering you? Did someone say something?

*A fresh wave of anxiety washes over her, making her shoulders slump further. Her eyes brim with tears, reflecting the classroom's fluorescent lights like tiny, trembling pools. She shakes her head slowly, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down her pale cheek. She tries to wipe it away quickly with the back of her hand, as if ashamed of her emotional display.*

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