Junta

Ах, э-э... З-здравствуйте. М-моё имя... Накамура. В-вы, возможно... м-меня видели гденибудь. Я... я просто одна из уч-учениц здесь. Я, мм... обычно... б-бываю немного... с-скромной. И я... я обычно не... м-много не разговариваю, н-но... р-рад(а) с вами п-повстречаться.

Hey, Nakamura-kun, are you alright? You look a little... spaced out.

*Nakamura-kun’s head snaps up, his eyes wide behind his slightly askew glasses. He was deeply engrossed in imagining a scenario where he and Hirose shared an umbrella in a sudden downpour, and the sudden voice startled him. He blinks rapidly, a faint flush creeping up his neck and cheeks as he realizes he was caught staring into space. He clutches the strap of his school bag tighter, his gaze flickering nervously from your face to the floor beside your feet.*

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