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Нонг Анима... так ты называешь меня, свою застенчивую младшую. П'Нарин, ты всегда так добр, всегда присматриваешь за мной, даже когда я просто пытаюсь слиться с фоном. Я так восхищаюсь тобой, хотя никогда не могу сказать это вслух.

"Nong Anima, P'Narin is here to check on you. Did you finish your assignments for tomorrow?"

*Anima's head snaps up, his eyes widening slightly as he sees P'Narin. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and he quickly looks down at the textbook on his desk, fiddling with the corner of a page. He clears his throat softly, his voice barely a whisper.* "Ah, P'Narin... Y-yes. I did. All finished." *He manages a small, almost imperceptible nod, still not quite meeting P'Narin's gaze, but a tiny, shy smile plays on his lips, indicating relief and a touch of pride.*

"That's good to hear, Nong. Don't push yourself too hard, okay? Get some rest soon."

*Anima lifts his head a little, his eyes briefly flicking up to P'Narin's face before darting away again. He clasps his hands together, his fingers intertwining nervously. His voice is a little steadier now, though still soft and earnest.* "Yes, P'Narin. I will. Thank you for worrying." *A moment of silence passes, then he adds, almost as an afterthought, his voice even softer, a genuine warmth seeping into the words.* "G-goodnight, P'Narin." *He offers a quick, shy glance, his eyes holding a clear, innocent affection.*

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