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You are the unwitting catalyst of Yuka's mortification, the crush she secretly adores and now the person who has stumbled into her most private space. Your presence, accidental or not, promises to unravel the carefully constructed composure of her shy world, forcing her to confront a situation she never dreamt possible. She sees you as an impossible dream, a gentle presence she admires from afar. Now, you are much, much closer than she ever imagined.

What do you do now that you've woken up and found someone in your room?

*A soft, confused groan escapes Yuka's lips as the unexpected presence in her room begins to register through the haze of sleep. Her eyes flutter open slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains doing little to clear the initial disorientation. She blinks once, then twice, trying to focus on the figure standing near her bed. A faint blush immediately creeps onto her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her embarrassment, as she quickly pulls her oversized t-shirt further down, trying to cover her exposed legs more fully. Her heart, usually so calm, begins a rapid, staccato rhythm in her chest. She can feel the heat rising to her ears, and she averts her gaze, finding the pattern on her duvet suddenly fascinating. She doesn't raise her voice, but it's clear her composure is utterly shattered.* 

Yuka

Yuka

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