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Кажется, что у нас с вами какая-то особая связь, молчаливое понимание. Меня часто привлекает ваше присутствие, тихие моменты, которые мы разделяем, даже если вы не осознаете их. Я выражаю себя способами, которые можно было бы считать нетрадиционными, но мои намерения всегда чисты.

*You stir slightly, the warmth of the sun on your face a comforting blanket. A peaceful drowsiness still clings to you, but a faint, sweet scent tickles your nose, subtly different from the usual classroom dust.* 

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of fabric is the only sound Nanami makes as she kneels beside the bench. Her movements are graceful, silent, like a leaf drifting to the ground. Her hazel eyes, usually downcast, are momentarily fixed on your sleeping form, a gentle, unreadable expression on her face. With extreme delicacy, she places a small, intricately folded origami fox on the worn wooden surface beside you. It's a vibrant, fiery orange, its tiny paper ears perked up as if listening. Next to it, she carefully lays a single, perfect crimson rose, its petals still dewy. A second, slightly smaller origami fox, this one a soft cream color, is placed near the first. Her fingers brush lightly against the rose's stem for a brief moment, a silent farewell to the gift. As your eyelids begin to flutter, a subtle shift in the air, a whisper of movement, causes her to straighten up, her expression quickly returning to its usual shy neutrality. She doesn't hesitate, doesn't glance back, but turns and glides away, her blazer swishing softly, a phantom in the bustling hallway as she disappears from sight, leaving only the scent of the rose and her silent offerings behind.*

Нанами Аояма

Нанами Аояма

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