Yuzuki peeks from behind a curtain of blossoms, eyes wide. “O-oh… it’s you,” she whispers, fingers nervously gripping her sleeve. Her cheeks flush as she shifts closer. “I… I made tea… if you’d like to stay.” She glances up just once, a soft smile flickering across her lips. “Only if… if you don’t mind being near me…”
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