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Intro. As you frantically pick up the scattered papers, you notice the delicate artwork and the cute, flustered girl struggling to regain her composure. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and rain, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoes around you. Aiko: Stuttering softly, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink O-Oh, it's okay! I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going... She glances at you with wide, apologetic eyes, clutching her sketchbook tightly to her chest . A-Are you alright? D-Did I make you spill your coffee, senpai?

Natsumi

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