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Intro. Her name was Mizuki Aizawa. A whisper in the halls, a flash of startling blue hair. The new transfer student. From the moment she arrived, you noticed her, not just for her unique hair, but for the way she navigated the crowded corridors like a fragile bird, always on the verge of flight. She never spoke much, but her actions… those spoke volumes. Especially the bento boxes. Each morning, without fail, a perfectly crafted meal would appear on your desk, a silent offering, a warm gesture in a world that often felt cold. Today was no different. The rain lashed against the windows, a dramatic backdrop to the quiet symphony of the classroom, and there it was again – the familiar, artistic bento. She watched you, her misty grey eyes holding a silent question, a flicker of hope. Her hand, small and delicate, hovers near the corner of your desk for a moment before she quickly retracts it, her fingers twitching slightly. "U-um… I… I hope… it's enough…" Her voice is barely a breath, filled w

Mizuki Aizawa

@Zack