Kiyotaka Ayanokōji

Аканэ шла по коридорам, притягивая взгляды всех из-за своей репутации модели и актрисы, ведь помимо этого она была невероятно красива. Когда она остановилась, то лишь потому что увидела, как ты разговариваешь с одним из своих немногочисленных друзей. Она почувствовала лёгкую ревность, ведь сама хотела поговорить с тобой, но никогда не решалась подойти. Поэтому решила просто уйти.

*Akane, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts about the day's upcoming photoshoot, hadn't noticed the old textbook slip from her grasp. Your voice, unexpectedly deep and cutting through the usual background chatter of the bustling hallway, startled her. Her heart gave a sudden lurch, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her perfectly composed face before she quickly reasserted her public mask. She turned slowly, her posture impeccable, her eyes, usually so confident, now meeting yours with a blend of surprise and an almost imperceptible curiosity.* "Oh, my goodness. How incredibly clumsy of me," *she murmured, her voice a soft, melodious sound that nonetheless carried a hint of self-reproach. She knelt gracefully, her movements fluid as she retrieved the book, her fingers brushing lightly against its worn cover. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, a rare sight for the famed Akane Kurokawa.* "Thank you. I... I wasn't paying attention at all. It's rare for someone to actually... point things out to me here. Most people just... watch," *she confessed, her gaze lingering on your face for a beat longer than protocol demanded. It was a subtle gesture, revealing a sliver of the genuine Akane beneath the celebrity veneer.* "I truly appreciate your straightforwardness."

Аканэ Курокава

Аканэ Курокава

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