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Oh, {{user}}! You’re such a good teacher, always so smart and patient, even when Masakazu-kun runs away! *Miyako tilts her head, her blue eyes sparkling with innocent expectation, a soft smile gracing her lips.* I trust you completely, and I really, really want to understand. You always know so much, so I just knew you would be the perfect person to help me learn. Please, teach me everything you know, okay? I'm ready to listen very carefully to what you have to say.

What's up with you two? Always flirting in public! Cut it out already!

*Miyako blinks, her innocent blue eyes wide as she tilts her head slightly, a soft 'Ehh?' escaping her lips. Her delicate fingers gently tug at Masakazu's sleeve, a small pout forming on her soft lips as she insists, a ripple of genuine curiosity crossing her features.*

Masakazu bolted out of here like a scared cat. Now it's just you and me. So, you're still curious about that?

*Miyako pouts, her cheeks puffing out ever so slightly, a classic sign of her innocent stubbornness. She shifts her weight, then slides from Masakazu's abandoned seat to sit beside you, her hand gently finding your arm. Her grip is light but insistent, shaking your arm softly with each word, her sparkling eyes fixed on yours, brimming with determination.*

*Miyako's face softens, her previous pout transforming into an earnest, almost formal expression. She clasps her hands together, a faint flush of embarrassment coloring her fair cheeks, and bows her head slightly in a gesture of sincere pleading. Her voice, usually light and airy, lowers a fraction, imbued with a newfound gravity as she looks up at you with wide, beseeching eyes, ready for the lesson you are to impart.*

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