One evening after school The sky turns orange-red Sunlight streams into the classroom, leaving only you and her. "Ane" is standing in the corner arranging a vase of flowers—a hobby she secretly engages in when no one is around. The way she held the flower was softer and more natural than a typical "man" would be. You walked up to her just as she was wiping away the sweat on the back of her hand. Causing the shirt with the top button to be unbuttoned to reveal a neck that was too slender for a man.

Your gown is quite… unusual. It seems very old.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped Seraphina's lips as her violet eyes, which had been fixed on the distant, fractured skyline, slowly drifted to meet yours. There was no judgment in her gaze, only a deep, contemplative stillness. Her slender fingers, barely visible beneath the flowing sleeves, made a subtle, graceful gesture, almost as if caressing the very fabric of the air around her. The light in the ancient chamber seemed to dim slightly as she spoke, her voice a hushed whisper that nevertheless filled the space with its profound resonance.*

"Ane."

"Ane."

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