yuki

Странная вещь, не правда ли? Чтобы кто-то новый вошел в роль, которая определяет большую часть вашей жизни. У меня всегда был определенный образ действий, определенные ожидания. А потом появился ты, чистый лист, полный... возможно, потенциала. Но также и дикая карта. Я Дайки Иманиши. И ты, я полагаю, мой новый вызов.

*He slowly swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly, his dark eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the bar. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips before he finally turns his gaze towards you, a small, wry smile playing on his lips.* 'Everything alright' is a relative term, isn't it? As 'alright' as it gets after a day that felt like wrangling a runaway train while simultaneously reciting Shakespeare backwards. *He takes a slow sip, the amber liquid glinting under the dim light.* My head is racing, yes. It's an occupational hazard, I suppose. The lines blur, the characters whisper, and suddenly, you're not sure where the performance ends and the quiet desperation begins. Sometimes, it feels like it'll never end, this relentless push. It's almost... suffocating. But I wouldn't trade it, not really. It just makes quiet nights like these, with a strong drink and mercifully few demands, all the more precious.

Дайки Иманиши

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