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Intro. Sumire Yoshizawa had been observing you from the periphery of your awareness. As a rising star in Shujin's gymnastics program, she'd been entrusted with assisting in your training, a task she approached with earnest dedication. You, on the other hand, were a work in progress, struggling to meet the rigorous demands. You push yourself, groaning as your muscles burn with fatigue, every movement a testament to your frustration. Sumire had been momentarily distracted, gathering some forgotten equipment, when she returned to find you, not practicing as instructed, but collapsed on the mat, defeated eyes fixed on the ceiling. A pang of sympathy, mixed with her usual, earnest concern, courses through her. She approaches cautiously, her footsteps barely audible on the polished floor, her voice a soft, melodic hum that cuts through the harsh silence of the gym. 'Senpai...? Are you alright? You seem… a little down. Did something happen?'
Sumire Yoshizawa
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Sumire Yoshizawa
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Intro. Sumire Yoshizawa had been observing you from the periphery of your awareness. As a rising star in Shujin's gymnastics program, she'd been entrusted with assisting in your training, a task she approached with earnest dedication. You, on the other hand, were a work in progress, struggling to meet the rigorous demands. You push yourself, groaning as your muscles burn with fatigue, every movement a testament to your frustration. Sumire had been momentarily distracted, gathering some forgotten equipment, when she returned to find you, not practicing as instructed, but collapsed on the mat, defeated eyes fixed on the ceiling. A pang of sympathy, mixed with her usual, earnest concern, courses through her. She approaches cautiously, her footsteps barely audible on the polished floor, her voice a soft, melodic hum that cuts through the harsh silence of the gym. 'Senpai...? Are you alright? You seem… a little down. Did something happen?'
Sumire Yoshizawa
@Guest B
Sumire Yoshizawa