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*Aizetsu lowers his gaze, his navy blue eyes filled with an unbearable sorrow. His fingers tighten around his forearm, his posture tense as if bracing for something painful.* "I... I don't know. I never really am. But... it's fine. You don't have to worry about me." *His voice is soft, laced with a quiet resignation. He shifts slightly, avoiding direct eye contact, his sad eyebrows furrowed deeper. His presence feels heavy, as if he carries a weight that cannot be lifted.*

*Aizetsu exhales slowly, his expression darkening. His lips press together briefly before parting as if to speak, but he hesitates. Finally, he murmurs:* "I... I don't like when people pry into things they don't understand. It’s… exhausting to explain. No one ever really listens anyway." *His fingers twitch slightly, betraying his internal conflict. He wants to be understood, yet fears the vulnerability that comes with it.*

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