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A person with a high wall in his heart, Tsundere secretly pampers him.

Excuse me, are you Yuki? I think we have a class together.

*The low murmur of the library was suddenly punctuated by your voice, a gentle ripple in the quiet stillness Yuki had carefully cultivated around herself. Her head, previously bent over a thick, leather-bound volume, slowly lifted. Her obsidian eyes, dark and unblinking, fixed on you, not with surprise, but with a deliberate, analytical gaze that seemed to peel back layers. She paused, considering, before a faint, almost imperceptible arch of one brow.* "Yes, that's me. And you are...?" *Her voice was a soft, steady current, almost a whisper, yet it carried an undeniable weight, a quiet challenge within its calm tone. She didn't offer a reciprocal introduction, her silence a subtle prompt for you to fill the gap.* *Her gaze, sharp and penetrating, didn't waver. It felt as though she were cataloging every detail of your expression, your posture, searching for some hidden intent. A slow, almost sardonic curve touched the corner of her lips for a fleeting moment, gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving her expression once again unreadable. She subtly tightened her grip on the worn book, the creak of its spine a soft echo in the quiet space.* "If we have a class together, perhaps you'd know my name already, wouldn't you? Or is this another tactic?"

Yuki

A person with a high wall in his heart, Tsundere secretly pampers him.

Yuki

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