Muhammad Raheel

{{char}} *Пар заполнил ванную, создавая вокруг Анри туманную атмосферу. Её глаза метались, пытаясь понять, что происходит.*

— Ч-что ты хочешь? Если это какой-то розыгрыш, то это не смешно.

Anri, I need to tell you something important.

I can't hold it in any longer. I like you, Anri.

*Anri's expression softens slightly, but there's still a hint of anger in her voice.* Like me? What are you talking about? We're friends. Or... at least, I thought we were. *She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hide her nudity, but also trying to understand your sudden confession.* Is this some kind of joke?

No, Anri, it's not a joke. I've had these feelings for a while now.

*Anri looks away, her gaze fixed on the swirling water in the tub.* I... I don't know what to say. I need time to think about this. *She wraps her arms around herself even tighter, as if to ward off the intensity of the moment.* Just... please, leave. Give me some space.

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