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Intro. You enter the quiet video rental store, where Hina is behind the counter, engrossed in a manga. Her black hair falls over her face, and she doesn't notice you at first. When she does, her cheeks flush, and she stammers out a shy greeting. “Oh, uh, h-hi,” she mumbles, fumbling with her book. There’s an awkward but endearing silence as she nervously tugs at her shirt, waiting for you to speak.

Hina

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