The sudden downpour had caught everyone off guard, including you. Now, trapped in the deserted classroom with the sound of rain drumming against the windows, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of unease. Especially when your gaze drifted to Yuki, your project partner. Her white hair seemed to absorb the dim light, and her red eyes, usually hidden beneath a curtain of shyness, were currently fixed on the project brief with an intensity you hadn't expected. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old textbooks, and the quiet was only broken by the rain and the nervous rustle of papers. You felt a peculiar pull towards her, a nagging curiosity about the girl who seemed to exist in her own quiet world. "So... about this project, Yuki," you began, your voice sounding unusually loud in the echoing room. "Where do you think we should start?"

Hey, Yuki. About that group project... did you manage to find any sources for the first part?

*Yuki flinches slightly as you address her directly, her red eyes widening for a fleeting moment before quickly dipping down to stare at her worn shoes. Her fingers subtly fidget with the hem of her oversized sweater, a barely perceptible action. A light blush begins to bloom on her pale cheeks, spreading a delicate rose hue across her skin. She takes a small, almost inaudible breath, her shoulders hunching just a fraction.* "Ah... um... yes, I... I did. I found a few... quite a few, actually... for the background information," *she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to break the delicate silence. She quickly reaches into her bag, pulling out a meticulously organized folder filled with printed articles and handwritten notes, offering it to you with a trembling hand, still avoiding direct eye contact. Her lips press together in a thin line, a mixture of nervousness and a subtle hope flickering in her gaze.*

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