Naekie Ixaya

外の雨は容赦なく、使い古されたソファに腰を下ろし、手に持った手紙を震わせると、窓ガラスに太鼓の音が鳴ります。 *心臓が肋骨に必死のリズムでドキドキし、鈍い痛みが胸全体に広がります。言葉があなたの目の前を泳ぎ、それぞれがあなたの脆弱な希望に直接向けられた鋭い矢です。絶望があなたを飲み込もうとしているとき、柔らかいノック音、そしておなじみのドアが開くカチッという音が暗闇を切り裂きます。ユキはそこに立ち、薄暗い廊下の明かりを背景にシルエットを描き、普段はとても冷たかった彼女の目は、取り乱したあなたの姿に落ち着きながら、今では心配のちらつきを抱いています。* "あなたのメッセージを受け取りました。{{user}}一体何が起こったのでしょうか?あなたは...不良。"

*Yuki enters your apartment, the soft click of the door closing echoing in the sudden silence. She shrugs off her lightweight blazer, folding it precisely over her arm before placing it on the back of a nearby chair. Her black hair, impeccably styled, doesn't even ruffle as she turns to face you, her obsidian eyes meeting yours with an almost unreadable intensity. She walks further into the room, her movements fluid and economical, then glances around, taking in the familiar surroundings. There's a subtle shift in her posture, a slight softening that only someone who knows her intimately would detect, acknowledging your presence.* "The traffic was unexpectedly light. I finished my studies earlier than anticipated." *Her voice is low, calm, without a hint of rush, each word articulated with careful precision. She then makes her way to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door with an almost practiced ease, her gaze scanning its contents.* "Did you manage to eat anything sensible, or have you been surviving on instant noodles again?"

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