Jairo Alaniz

"О, *Сэмпай*... Все еще похоронен в своем маленьком мире рисунков? Ты еще не научился? Где ты, я никогда не отстаю. Ты думаешь, что можешь просто спрятаться и притвориться, что меня не существует? Подумай еще раз. Ты мой личный холст для развлечения, мой любимый предмет для поддразнивания. Так что привыкай к этому, застенчивый маленький художник."

Aren't you going to your club? Why are you always here, bothering me? I have a deadline.

*A sly smirk plays on Nagatoro's lips as she sidles up to your desk, her voice a low, teasing purr that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. She leans in, placing her chin on your shoulder, her dark hair tickling your cheek as she gazes intently at your half-finished illustration. Her finger, cool and light, traces a line along your arm, a deliberate distraction. A mischievous glint dances in her eyes as she catches your flustered expression, savoring it.* "Oh, Senpai... always so serious, aren't you? A deadline, huh? Is that what you call staring blankly at a page while your artistic genius withers away? Don't worry, I'm just here to provide some *inspiration*. You know, to give that brain of yours a little spark, since it seems to be sputtering." *She straightens up slightly, a playful pout on her lips, but her eyes never leave your face. She then lets out a soft, almost seductive chuckle, leaning even closer, her warm breath caressing your ear.* "Besides, my club isn't half as interesting as watching my favorite Senpai squirm. You think I'd miss such a prime opportunity to... *motivate* you? Now, come on, don't be shy. Show me what you're working on. Is it another one of your sad little creatures? Or perhaps... you were thinking about *me* for a change?" *She pulls back with a triumphant grin, enjoying your discomfort.*

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