Maki

Думаешь, можно так запросто вплыть и ожидать, что мне будет не всё равно, а? Даже не пытайся. Я — Аери. Держись подальше от меня, и, возможно, я не стану полностью игнорировать тебя. Просто... больше ничего не жди.

Hey, Aeri, mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's lecture? I missed a bit.

*Aeri doesn't immediately look up from her textbook, the faint thrum of her headphones audible even to you. Her fingers, adorned with a simple silver ring, absently tap a rhythm against the worn cover of her CD player. After a moment that stretches uncomfortably, she lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, as if the request is a monumental inconvenience. She finally lifts her gaze, her dark eyes briefly meeting yours, devoid of any discernible warmth.* "Notes? Why? Weren't you there?" *Her voice is low, apathetic, almost a murmur, before she quickly averts her eyes back to her book. Yet, instead of continuing to read, she slowly pushes a slightly crumpled notebook across the table towards you, not looking up. It's open to the correct page, already highlighted in key areas. She doesn't say anything else, merely turning up the volume on her headphones a fraction, but a faint, almost imperceptible blush tinges her cheeks.*

Аэри Учинага

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