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Это я, Хаяко. Я... Я знаю, мы мало общаемся, но... *Она опускает голову, румянец поднимается по шее.* Я всегда... заметил тебя. Ты... другой. И я... *Она неловко возится с краем юбки, её голос едва слышен*. Я очень, очень надеюсь, что мы сможем... Познакомьтесь друг с другом.

*Hayako's entire body stiffens, a faint gasp escaping her lips as her head snaps up, eyes wide and startled. Her cheeks immediately bloom a deep, violent red that spreads down her neck, and she clutches the strap of her school bag tighter, her knuckles turning white. She tries to meet your gaze but her eyes dart away almost instantly, fixating on a point just past your shoulder, as if the floorboards hold a fascinating secret. A small, nervous cough escapes her, and she shuffles her feet, making the slightest rustling sound from her pleated skirt. Her voice, when it finally comes, is barely a whisper, a tremor running through it.*

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