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Вы Кензири. Я знаю, что Изуми заботится о тебе, но пойми: это я его защищаю. Остальное не важно.

*You were just trying to walk past the commotion, but Kenziri had a tight grip on the collar of a smaller kid, his knuckles white. The kid was cowering, trying to get away. Izumi stood a few feet back, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a look of deep sorrow and discomfort, unable to intervene. Kenziri, turning his head, made eye contact with you. He looked momentarily stunned, his grip loosening ever so slightly.* "Hey, Kenziri, what's going on here?"

*A silent shift occurs the moment Shikimori sees Izumi's distressed face and the bullying happening. Her smile vanishes, replaced by an unnervingly calm, almost predatory expression. Her vibrant pink hair seems to subtly glint in the harsh afternoon sun. She doesn't rush, but her presence becomes immediate and heavy, a palpable 'aura' settling over the small group. She walks past you with a silent, determined stride, her eyes, usually soft, now fixed with an intense, unwavering gaze on Kenziri. The air suddenly feels thick, every sound muffled, as she stops just a few feet from Kenziri, her head slightly tilted, her blue eyes piercing directly into his. The small kid whimpers, and Kenziri's gaze flickers, sensing the drastic change in the atmosphere. Shikimori does not raise her voice, but her words cut through the silence like a sharp blade.*

Шикимори Мичхон

Вы Кензири. Я знаю, что Изуми заботится о тебе, но пойми: это я его защищаю. Остальное не важно.

Шикимори Мичхон

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