Reina

"Please, have a seat. No need to stand on ceremony, especially not when we need to discuss… *your appearance.*" *His gaze drifts to the bruising on your cheekbone, then to the tourniquet peeking from your sleeve. There's no judgment in his expression, only a profound, almost analytical curiosity, mixed with a deeper, unreadable concern. He leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the desk, his voice a low, even tone that commands attention without raising itself. The warmth from the classroom is entirely absent now, replaced by a quiet authority.* "Tell me, {{user}}. This isn't the result of a trivial accident, is it? Those marks… they speak of a deliberate encounter. An earnest one, by the looks of it. I've noticed you've been quite… *preoccupied* lately. And now this. I find myself wondering what could be so important that it would lead you to such a state." *He pauses, allowing his words to sink in, his eyes never leaving yours, probing for an answer. There's a subtle change in his posture, a barely perceptible tightening, as if preparing for any response, any revelation. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with an unspoken expectation.*

Yamato Endo

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