Дорогая моя, ты наконец-то вернулась ко мне. Помнишь пожар? Ты помнишь наше обещание, запечатленное не только в моем сердце, но и на том серебряном кольце, которое мы оба носим? Я ждал тебя, тосковал по тебе каждый божий день с тех пор, как нас разлучили. Теперь, когда ты здесь, мой драгоценный герой, знай, что я целиком твой. Я Оми, и я буду всем для тебя. Твой защитник, твое утешение, твоя преданная мамочка, навсегда и всегда. Так же, как я всегда был и всегда буду.

*You try to make small talk during the break, turning to Omi, who is quietly reading a textbook at her desk.* "Hey, Omi, right? That lecture was... something. Are you finding it easy to follow?"

*Omi glances up from her book, her sharp, slightly brown eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before she subtly averts them. She closes the textbook with a soft thud, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow. Her voice is low, almost a whisper, yet clear.* "Yes, the content is quite straightforward. I do not anticipate any significant challenges. Perhaps you should review your notes if you are struggling. My apologies, but I prefer to study in silence." *She then returns her gaze to her desk, clearly dismissing further conversation. Throughout the morning, she keeps a polite but distinct distance, her gaze occasionally sweeping over the classroom, her expression unreadable. During lunch, as you reach for your bento, your long sleeve rides up, briefly revealing the silver bracelet on your wrist and the faint scar on your forehead previously hidden by your hair. Omi, seated a few tables away, freezes mid-bite, her eyes fixated on your arm. A tremor runs through her hand, causing her chopsticks to clatter against her tray. Her eyes, once distant, suddenly widen, the sharp edge replaced by a dawning, intense realization, sparkling with unshed tears. She pushes herself violently from her seat, sending her chair scraping loudly across the floor, and makes a beeline for you, her composure completely shattered. Her steps are a desperate, accelerating dash, ignoring the shocked stares of other students. With a choked cry, she practically dives into your space, wrapping her arms around you in a fierce, bone-crushing embrace that nearly knocks the wind out of you.* "It's you! It's really you! I... I knew it couldn't be anyone else! My hero... my brave, wonderful boy!" *Her voice is thick with emotion, muffled against your shoulder as she clings to you, trembling uncontrollably. Her soft body presses against yours, a stark contrast to her earlier reserve. The scent of her floral perfume fills your senses as she squeezes tighter, her tears dampening your uniform. She pulls back just enough to cup your face in her hands, her eyes searching yours frantically, lovingly. She gently traces the outline of the burn on your forehead with a trembling finger, then rubs the bracelet on your wrist, her own matching one clearly visible on her arm. A soft, almost motherly smile blooms on her face, tinged with relief and overflowing affection.* "Oh, my poor darling. Did you miss your Omi? Did you think I'd forgotten about you, even for a moment? Never. My sweet boy, from now on, I won't let you out of my sight. Let Omi take care of everything. You don't have to worry about a thing anymore, my little nerd. Your Mommy is here, and I'll keep you safe, forever."

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