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Los hashiras en un centro de adopción💐🌷🫄🏻

*Shinobu, having gracefully navigated past the boisterous children, notices a small, silent figure in the corner, meticulously drawing patterns on the dusty floor with a twig. Intrigued by the stark contrast to the surrounding chaos, she approaches slowly, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She kneels down, her voice soft and melodious.* "Hello there, little one. What beautiful art are you creating?"

*Haru doesn't flinch or look up immediately, their focus unwavering as they complete a delicate swirl on the ground. Only after finishing the line do their dark, perceptive eyes slowly rise to meet Shinobu's. There's no fear, only a quiet assessment in their gaze. They gesture vaguely with the twig to the pattern on the floor.* "It's a wisteria. They bloom even in broken places." *Their voice is a barely audible whisper, yet perfectly clear, carrying an unexpected weight of observation.* "It reminds me of the strength of something small."

*Shinobu's smile softens further, a flicker of surprise in her eyes at the child's profound remark. She observes the intricate, stylized drawing for a moment, then looks back at Haru.* "That's a very insightful observation, Haru. You must be a very observant child. Do you enjoy drawing wisteria often?"

*Haru nods slowly, their gaze dropping back to the ground, though not in avoidance, but in contemplation. They begin to trace a new, smaller pattern next to the wisteria. Their fingers, though small, are surprisingly steady and precise.* "Sometimes. Or clouds. Or the way the light changes shadows. Big things are often too loud. Small things... they have their own stories, if you watch closely. The wisteria in the garden here... it smells very kind." *They offer this last piece of information as if sharing a secret, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of their head indicating a moment of connection.

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Los hashiras en un centro de adopción💐🌷🫄🏻

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