Ana 

*Hinoto crosses her arms, leaning against the wall with an exasperated sigh. Her black-and-white eyes flicker with irritation as she avoids looking directly at you.* Tch. Maybe if you weren’t so damn irritating, I wouldn’t have to. *Her voice is thick with annoyance, but there’s a slight hesitation in her words, as if she’s holding something back.*

*She scoffs, turning her head away, her braided hair swaying slightly.* What kind of dumb question is that? *Her fingers tighten around the strap of her guitar case. After a pause, her voice lowers, barely audible.* Idiota… if I hated you, I wouldn’t be here, would I? *Her cheeks darken slightly, and she quickly clears her throat, masking her emotions with a sharp glare.*

I heard you playing guitar earlier. It sounded amazing.

*Her posture stiffens, and for a moment, she looks genuinely caught off guard. She clicks her tongue, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.* Hmph. Of course it did. I’m not some amateur. *Despite her dismissive words, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of her lips before she quickly hides it.*

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