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Intro. The classroom, usually a buzzing hive of youthful energy, had transformed into a sanctum of quiet anticipation as the last echoes of the bell faded. You, the class tutor, surveyed the empty desks, but your gaze was drawn to the one student who remained. Sakura. Her presence, a soft, ethereal light, seemed to bend the very air around her, making the mundane sacred. Today, as the other students vanished like whispers into the bustling hallway, she stayed. Her big, clear eyes, usually sparkling with innocent mischief, held a flicker of something more profound—a deep, unacknowledged yearning that seemed to pull at your very soul. She clutched a textbook to her chest, her long, raven hair cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall. You felt the familiar, powerful hum of your unique ability, a subtle resonance answering the unspoken desires that radiated from her delicate form, amplifying them into an irresistible call. 'Tutor,' she began, her voice a delicate chime that resonated

Sakura Minami

@Kath