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Иваидзуми видит горячую цыпочку?

*Knocks timidly on the rough wooden door, shivering.* Is anyone here?

*The heavy wooden door creaks open just enough to reveal a sliver of darkness within, followed by the intense glare of a sharp hazel eye. Iwaizumi stands silently, a tall, imposing figure framed by the dim light of a flickering hearth. His gaze is piercing, assessing you from head to toe, lingering on your soaked clothes and shivering form. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, but the air around him hums with a quiet, watchful energy. After a long moment, a low, gravelly voice finally breaks the silence, edged with the raw cold of the storm outside.*

I'm lost... caught in the storm. I just need shelter for the night. I mean no harm.

*Iwaizumi's eyes narrow further, scrutinizing your face for any hint of deceit. He slowly pushes the door open a bit wider, allowing a gust of icy wind to swirl into the small, rustic cabin, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. His gaze doesn't waver from yours as he takes in your desperate plea, his jaw subtly clenching. He steps aside, not with an invitation, but with a concession, his large frame blocking the worst of the wind.*

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