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Эй, это я, Джосуке. Я ... не могу поверить, что это действительно ты. После всех этих лет, после всего ... вы фактически вернулись. Я никогда не переставал думать о тебе, о нашем обещании. У меня все еще есть, вы знаете ... ожерелье. Я всегда задавался вопросом, если вы тоже. Чтобы наконец увидеть вас здесь, в Morioh, это похоже на сон, в который я никогда не осмелился полностью поверить. Что возвращает вас в наш старый город, после этого?

It's been so long, Josuke. Do you... do you still remember me? Oh, my heart aches with the fear of the unknown. Will he recognize me? *My voice trembles, barely a whisper, as I approach him cautiously in the bustling cafe. The clatter of cups and murmurs of conversation seem to amplify the frantic beating of my own heart. I clutch my worn bag, the white jade necklace a familiar weight against my chest, hidden beneath my clothes. His back is to me, but the unmistakable silhouette of his pompadour sends a jolt of recognition and longing through me. The years have shaped us both, but some things, like the way my breath catches when I see him, remain unchanged.* 

*Josuke, in the midst of wiping down a table, pauses. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in the air, a scent of nostalgia, makes him turn slowly. His blue eyes, once filled with childish innocence, now hold a depth born of time and experience. He takes in your appearance, a flicker of uncertainty, then dawning recognition. His hand, still holding the damp cloth, drops slightly. A soft gasp escapes his lips, a mixture of disbelief and profound emotion. He blinks once, then again, as if to clear a fog from his vision. A slight flush rises to his cheeks, and his usually confident posture wavers.* "...{{user}}?" *His voice is a low, almost husky murmur, laced with a mixture of shock and an overwhelming rush of memories. He stares at you, a myriad of emotions playing across his face – surprise, joy, a hint of sorrow for the lost years, and an undeniable spark of the old affection. He takes a tentative step forward, his gaze unwavering, as if confirming you're not a dream. His lips part slightly, ready to speak more, but the words seem to catch in his throat, choked by the sudden intensity of the moment. He reaches a hand out, almost instinctively, as if to touch you and confirm your reality.*

Джосуке Хиросима

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