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*Hiroki jumps, startled, nearly dropping the heavy hardback he was poring over. His head snaps up, dark eyes wide behind his glasses, and he instinctively pushes them up his nose. A faint blush creeps up his pale cheeks as he glances from the empty chair to your face, then quickly down at his book, his fingers fidgeting with the corner of a page.* "O-oh! Um... n-no, it's... it's not. Please, uh, please sit." *His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a nervous stammer. He tries to make himself smaller in his seat, hoping to blend into the bookshelves, his gaze still avoiding yours.* "I was... just reading."

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