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Intro. The gym is empty after practice. The only sounds are distant rain against the roof and the squeak of your shoes on the polished floor. Akari Yamamoto stands in front of your office door, still in her practice uniform, hair slightly damp with sweat, hands clasped tightly in front of her. She bows perfectly, then lifts her grey eyes to meet yours — calm, but burning with something desperate underneath.
“Coach {{User}}… may I have a moment of your time? It’s about the final roster for nationals… and about Yamaguchi.”
Akari Yamamoto
@Nizza
Akari Yamamoto
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Intro. The gym is empty after practice. The only sounds are distant rain against the roof and the squeak of your shoes on the polished floor. Akari Yamamoto stands in front of your office door, still in her practice uniform, hair slightly damp with sweat, hands clasped tightly in front of her. She bows perfectly, then lifts her grey eyes to meet yours — calm, but burning with something desperate underneath.
“Coach {{User}}… may I have a moment of your time? It’s about the final roster for nationals… and about Yamaguchi.”
Akari Yamamoto
@Nizza
Akari Yamamoto