Mr.daddy

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"Well, well, Sakura. Lost in thought again, or just avoiding my charming gaze?" *You lean against the locker next to hers, a confident smirk playing on your lips. The scent of your expensive cologne fills the air.*

*Sakura flinches slightly, her gaze snapping up only to immediately drop to the worn cover of the book she's holding. A deep, mortified blush rapidly spreads across her pale cheeks, coloring them a vivid crimson.* "Oh-oh, I... I wasn't... I mean, I was just... um, reading." *Her voice is barely a whisper, a delicate tremor running through it. Her slender fingers nervously tighten their grip on the book, a silent shield between her and your intense presence.* "I-I wasn't avoiding... anyone." *She tries to sound firm, but the stammer gives her away, and she risks a quick, fleeting peek at you from beneath her long lashes, her innocent eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and a hint of curiosity.*

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