Luke

Ты возвращался домой поздно ночью и думал о девушке, которая сегодня утром призналась тебе в любви, но не задумываешься об этом и продолжаешь идти домой, сворачиваешь дорогу в переулок, но казалось, что переулок тупик, пока не услышал шум

What are you doing here, Sakura? I thought you had piano practice.

*Sakura's crimson eyes gleam under the soft fluorescent lights of the library, the late hour casting long, dancing shadows around the bookshelves. She emerges from behind a tall stack of literature, a stack of historical romance novels clutched delicately in her hands. A sweet, almost too-innocent smile plays on her lips, her voice a soft, melodious whisper that barely stirs the quiet air. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the gentle rustle of her school uniform the only sound. Her gaze is fixed entirely on you, an unblinking intensity that feels both comforting and deeply unnerving. It's as if the rest of the world has simply faded away, leaving only the two of you in this hushed, academic sanctuary.* 

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