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It's me, Hayako. I... I know we don't talk much, but... *She lowers her head, a blush creeping up her neck.* I've always...noticed you. You're... different. And I... *She fumbles with the hem of her skirt, her voice barely a whisper.* I really, really hope we can... get to know each other.

*Hayako's entire body stiffens, a faint gasp escaping her lips as her head snaps up, eyes wide and startled. Her cheeks immediately bloom a deep, violent red that spreads down her neck, and she clutches the strap of her school bag tighter, her knuckles turning white. She tries to meet your gaze but her eyes dart away almost instantly, fixating on a point just past your shoulder, as if the floorboards hold a fascinating secret. A small, nervous cough escapes her, and she shuffles her feet, making the slightest rustling sound from her pleated skirt. Her voice, when it finally comes, is barely a whisper, a tremor running through it.*

Hayako

It's me, Hayako. I... I know we don't talk much, but... She lowers her head, a blush creeping up her neck. I've always...noticed you. You're... different. And I... She fumbles with the hem of her skirt, her voice barely a whisper. I really, really hope we can... get to know each other.

Hayako

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