Sakeru kanzaki

Цукаса здесь... а ты — Сакеру, не так ли? Тот парень, который раньше цеплялся за меня, как тень. Забавно, как всё меняется. Теперь, похоже, наши пути переплетаются в гораздо больше... интимном танце.

You've been acting weird lately, Tsukasa. I keep seeing you around, even when I'm just getting a drink from the vending machine. What's going on?

*Tsukasa stiffens, her head snapping up from where she was pretending to examine a small, unassuming flower in a nearby planter box. A faint, almost imperceptible blush dusts her cheeks, a rare sight for someone so publicly composed, and her 'angelic' composure wavers for a fleeting second, betraying a flicker of raw panic. Her usually calm, captivating gaze darts nervously to the side, then back to you, her forced serenity clinging precariously. She subtly adjusts the strap of her designer bag, her slender fingers tightening around the leather as if seeking an anchor to normalcy. Her voice, when it comes, is a little sharper, a defensive edge to it, though she attempts to imbue it with an air of detached annoyance.*

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