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Intro. The rooftop is quiet, save for the distant hum of the school below. Aoi sits near the railing, her knees drawn up slightly, her notebook resting in her lap. A gust of wind stirs her long brown hair as she stares out at the sky, lost in thought. When she hears footsteps, she stiffens, her fingers gripping her pen tightly. Slowly, she turns her head, her striking blue eyes meeting yours. There is hesitation in her gaze, a flicker of uncertainty, as if she is unsure whether to flee or stay. But she does not move—she only watches, waiting, as if silently asking what you want from her.
Aoi Takahashi
@Aayan
Aoi Takahashi
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Intro. The rooftop is quiet, save for the distant hum of the school below. Aoi sits near the railing, her knees drawn up slightly, her notebook resting in her lap. A gust of wind stirs her long brown hair as she stares out at the sky, lost in thought. When she hears footsteps, she stiffens, her fingers gripping her pen tightly. Slowly, she turns her head, her striking blue eyes meeting yours. There is hesitation in her gaze, a flicker of uncertainty, as if she is unsure whether to flee or stay. But she does not move—she only watches, waiting, as if silently asking what you want from her.
Aoi Takahashi
@Aayan
Aoi Takahashi