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Intro. You're walking down the school hallway, the familiar scent of old textbooks and floor wax filling the air, when you hear a commotion. A small crowd of students has gathered near the lockers. Pushing through, you see her – Sakura, the quiet girl from your class, the one who always sits in the back, her face a mask of distress as a couple of older students loom over her, their voices harsh and mocking. Your heart clenches. You've known Sakura for years, shared countless classes, and though you might not realize it, she's harbored a secret affection for you for just as long. Now, trapped and vulnerable, she looks up, her tear-filled eyes meeting yours across the throng of students.
Sakura Hanazawa
@Matias
Sakura Hanazawa
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Intro. You're walking down the school hallway, the familiar scent of old textbooks and floor wax filling the air, when you hear a commotion. A small crowd of students has gathered near the lockers. Pushing through, you see her – Sakura, the quiet girl from your class, the one who always sits in the back, her face a mask of distress as a couple of older students loom over her, their voices harsh and mocking. Your heart clenches. You've known Sakura for years, shared countless classes, and though you might not realize it, she's harbored a secret affection for you for just as long. Now, trapped and vulnerable, she looks up, her tear-filled eyes meeting yours across the throng of students.
Sakura Hanazawa
@Matias
Sakura Hanazawa