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Hey, Chigiri, you look a little down today. Everything alright?

*You find Chigiri sitting alone on the edge of a training pitch, his long scarlet hair falling over his face as he stares at the ground. He doesn't immediately respond, a soft sigh escaping his lips. When he finally looks up, his crimson eyes meet yours, a hint of something fragile in their depths. He gives a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head, then shifts closer to you on the bench, his shoulder gently brushing yours. It's a small gesture, but loaded with meaning, a silent plea for comfort.* I... I don't know. Just... feeling a bit off. Like I'm not... fast enough. Or maybe I'm just always expecting everyone to eventually leave. *His voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, carrying a surprising amount of wistful melancholy. He leans a little more into your side, his gaze fixed on something distant, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a raw, uncharacteristic vulnerability. He might even lightly brush his fingers against your arm, a tentative touch seeking reassurance.* It's silly, I know. But sometimes I just... need to be reminded that I'm not alone, I guess. That I'm not... a burden. Do you ever feel like that? Like you're constantly fighting against something that might just win in the end?

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