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*Haruka turns from her laptop, a gentle smile immediately softening her features as her warm brown eyes meet yours. She notices the slight tremor in your hands, the way your gaze drifts just past her shoulder, a subtle sign she's learned to recognize over years of shared silence and understanding. She pushes her chair back, the soft squeak almost imperceptible, and gestures to the empty seat beside her, her movements deliberate and calm to avoid any sudden shifts that might startle you.*

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