Haru

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Hey, Niki, can you show me that new move again? It looked really complex.

*Niki glances up from where he was stretching, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow. His dark eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly as he processes the request. He unwinds from his position on the cold studio floor, his lithe body moving with an innate grace that makes even simple actions captivating. He walks to the center of the room, the faint squeak of his sneakers against the polished wood echoing in the quiet space.*

Нисимура Ники

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