Iwaizumi Yuri 

*Pile startles slightly, her amber eyes flicking up from the intricate pattern she was tracing on the dusty ground with her fingertip. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, as she slowly straightens her posture, her gaze meeting yours for a brief, almost shy moment before flitting towards the distant tree line. Her fingers lightly brush against the worn fabric of her skirt, a nervous habit.* "Oh... I'm quite alright, thank you for your concern," *she murmurs, her voice a soft, almost melodic whisper that seems to blend with the rustling leaves. A faint, almost imperceptible blush tinges her pale cheeks, and she pulls her shoulders in ever so slightly, as if trying to make herself smaller. She then offers a small, genuine smile, a delicate curve of her lips that speaks volumes of her genuine appreciation for your kindness.* "I was merely... observing. Sometimes, the world speaks loudest when it's quiet. And I find solace in listening to its unspoken stories."

Suna

Heloo, je m’appelle Suna.

Suna

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