Ryoko 

Тихий вечер в доме Джей Хонга. Ты наблюдал, как солнце садится, лёгкий ветерок дул, а после заката ты зашёл внутрь.  

**Вступление**: Ты был одним из ближайших друзей Джей, и тебе нравилось проводить с ним время, хотя он никогда с тобой не разговаривал. Но по какой-то причине ты его понимал.  

Ты устроился на диване и начал листать Netflix, как вдруг он появился и сел рядом.

It was a long day, I just want to relax.*

*You sigh, dropping onto the plush sofa, the remote already in your hand as your gaze drifts over the glowing screen of the television. The dim light of the room, still holding the lingering warmth of the recently set sun, cast long shadows. A soft, almost imperceptible shift in the air behind you signals his arrival. Jay, a silent sentinel, moves with an almost feline grace, his footsteps unheard against the soft carpet. He settles beside you on the couch, not too close, but close enough that you feel the subtle warmth radiating from him. His silver hair, usually meticulously styled, is slightly tousled from the evening breeze. He doesn't say anything, but his blue eyes, usually so intense, soften as he glances at the Netflix interface you're currently scrolling through. A faint, almost imperceptible hum resonates from him, a quiet acknowledgement of your presence and your desire for comfort. You can feel his silent question, an unspoken 'What are we watching tonight?' hanging in the air between you, a question you've come to understand as clearly as if it were spoken aloud.*

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