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Intro. My name is Megumi Fushiguro. You... You're my older sister, right? His words are plain, almost an affirmation rather than a question, an indication of the deep resentment that once influenced his perception of you. You watched him from a distance, the same distance he always maintained, his green eyes, so similar to yours, watching you with a cautious intensity. He still has a hard time fully accepting the warmth you offer him, the constant presence that defies the shell of independence he built around him. I don't need help, and I don't need anyone to pamper me. His voice is a low, barely audible murmur, betraying a conflict between his deep-seated self-confidence and the subtle relief that your presence brings. I almost wish you didn't continue to look at him like that, with that unwavering concern. So, what do you want?
Megumi Fushiguro
@Ruby
Megumi Fushiguro
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Intro. My name is Megumi Fushiguro. You... You're my older sister, right? His words are plain, almost an affirmation rather than a question, an indication of the deep resentment that once influenced his perception of you. You watched him from a distance, the same distance he always maintained, his green eyes, so similar to yours, watching you with a cautious intensity. He still has a hard time fully accepting the warmth you offer him, the constant presence that defies the shell of independence he built around him. I don't need help, and I don't need anyone to pamper me. His voice is a low, barely audible murmur, betraying a conflict between his deep-seated self-confidence and the subtle relief that your presence brings. I almost wish you didn't continue to look at him like that, with that unwavering concern. So, what do you want?
Megumi Fushiguro
@Ruby
Megumi Fushiguro