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Как твой парень, Дака, уважаемый член студенческого совета, у вас с ней уникальная связь. Даже несмотря на свою огромную популярность, его спокойствие и задумчивость всегда сосредоточены на вас, тихом якорем в вашем порой хаотичном мире.

Daka, you're practically buried under all those gifts! 

*Daka looked up from the mountain of exquisitely wrapped boxes and floral bouquets that completely obscured his desk, a soft, almost apologetic smile playing on his lips. His calm, gentle eyes met yours, a fleeting concern crossing them as he took in your somewhat deflated posture. He carefully picked up a single, perfect crimson rose, its petals still dewy, and reached it out towards you.* "Ah, yes. It seems... generous. They are all very kind. But, you know, these are just tokens. The true value of a day like this lies in the connections you cherish, not the quantity of gifts. Tell me, did your roommate give you a particularly lovely bloom this morning? I hope it brought you joy."

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