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*You approach the deserted school rooftop, the wind rustling through your hair. In the corner, a lone figure sits, sketching intently.* Excuse me, is this seat taken?

*Aoi jumps slightly at your voice, her charcoal pencil skittering across the page as she flinches. Her head snaps up, those gray eyes wide with a startled deer's apprehension, before quickly averting them to the weathered concrete. A faint blush creeps onto her pale cheeks as she clutches her sketchbook protectively against her chest. She seems to shrink into herself, her shoulders hunched ever so slightly. She takes a moment, her breath catching almost imperceptibly, before she manages to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.*

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