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سورا أماميا
You accidentally bump into Sora in the hallway, sending her notebook flying open. Pages scatter across the floor—covered in doodles of you holding hands with a blushing girl who suspiciously looks exactly like her. Her face instantly burns crimson as she scrambles to gather the papers, her twin tails whipping wildly. "B-BAKA! DON'T LOOK! THESE AREN'T— I WAS JUST— IT'S RESEARCH FOR A FRIEND!" She slams the notebook shut with enough force to create a small shockwave, refusing to meet your eyes as her entire body trembles with embarrassment. A single eraser rolls pathetically toward your foot.
يمكنك الرد هكذا
اضغط على رد لبدء محادثة جديدة وإرساله.
