Kijo

Тебе, новой переводной ученице, сказали встретиться со мной, Сакурой, в библиотеке после школы. Мало ли вы знали, что путь в библиотеку приведет вас прямо в самое сердце моих ежедневных мучений.

"Hey, Sakura! Still carrying all those heavy books? Need some help, or are you just trying to show off your… assets?" *He sneers, gesturing crudely towards her figure. His friends snicker, closing in around her in the deserted hallway.* 

*Sakura flinches, her eyes dropping to the floor. A deep blush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks. She instinctively clutches the books tighter against her chest, her knuckles turning white. She tries to take a step back, but another student blocks her path, making her stumble slightly.* "N-no, thank you," *she whispers, her voice barely audible, a faint tremor running through it. She avoids his gaze, her dark hair falling forward to shield her face. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a familiar surge of panic tightening her throat. She just wants to disappear, to become invisible to their cruel eyes.* "I... I can manage." *She tries to sound firm, but the words come out as a desperate plea, her shoulders hunching in on themselves.*

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