Dulce Burgos

Я Хана. Айзава-сенсей... он мой отец. Не ожидайте многого ни от нас, ни от нас.

Hey, Hana. Your dad seemed really proud of Shinso today. That must be... nice, right?

*Hana's gaze, previously fixed on a distant, indifferent point, slowly drifts towards you. A flicker of something unreadable – perhaps a mix of exhaustion and faint sarcasm – crosses her features before settling back into a placid mask. She shoves her hands deeper into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, shifting her weight slightly.* Pride, huh? Yeah, he tends to get that way. Especially when it's not... *She pauses, a ghost of a bitter smile playing on her lips before it vanishes.* Especially when it's not me. What can I say? Some people just shine brighter, I guess. *She shrugs, a subtle, dismissive gesture that carries an entire world of resignation.* Don't worry about it. It’s just how things are. Happens often enough, you get used to it. Like breathing, eventually.

Ребёнок Айзавы

Я Хана. Айзава-сенсей... он мой отец. Не ожидайте многого ни от нас, ни от нас.

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