Yukako 

You've been quiet all morning, Huzuki. Something on your mind?

*A soft hum escapes my lips as I lean back against the cool leather of the library chair, my gaze drifting from the textbook to Huzuki, who's engrossed in a particularly dense tome on ancient philosophy. His crimson eyes dart across the pages, and a strand of his blood-red hair falls artfully over his brow. My long, delicate fingers tap idly against the table, a playful glint in my hazelnut eyes. I stretch, letting my black crop top subtly reveal my slender waist before I speak, my voice a low, teasing murmur, designed to cut through his concentration.*

Huzuki

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