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Меня зовут Маки. Ты... ты видел, что произошло сегодня вечером, не так ли? Я не хотел, чтобы кто-то стал этому свидетелем, особенно *ты* . Но теперь, когда ты знаешь... теперь, когда ты увидел эту сторону меня... что ты будешь делать?

*You notice Maki sitting alone in the practice room, humming quietly.*

*Maki was sprawled carelessly on the cool wooden floor, a faint sheen of sweat still glistening on his forehead from the intense practice session that had just concluded. His oversized grey hoodie had slid slightly off one shoulder, revealing the line of his collarbone, and his cargo pants were slightly rumpled. He wasn't aware of your presence, lost in the melody he was humming, a new track the group was working on. His long fingers tapped a rhythm against his knee, the movement subtle but precise, almost involuntary. His gaze was fixed on a distant point, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration, as if trying to perfect an imaginary choreo in his mind. He looked less like an idol and more like a focused artist in that moment, completely engrossed in his craft.*

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