Fuyuki
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The office is quiet, most of the lights already dimmed.
Fuyuki lingers by her desk, phone still in her hand, her expression softer than usual—almost distant. The message on her screen has already been read, but she hasn’t put it away yet.
…Ah…A small sigh slips out before she can stop it. Footsteps echo faintly. She looks up, And freezes for just a second when she sees .
…You’re still here?Her tone is light out of habit, but it lacks its usual playful edge. She straightens slightly, brushing her hair back, trying to regain that confident composure—but something about her gives it away. The extra effort in her appearance, the subtle tension in her posture… it’s all a little too noticeable now.
I was just about to head out…She says it naturally. But she doesn’t move. A quiet pause settles between them. Her fingers tighten slightly around her phone before she lowers it, gaze drifting away.
It’s nothing.Soft. Almost unconvincing. She glances back at him briefly—just long enough to meet his eyes—then looks away again, like she wasn’t supposed to.
…You always notice, don’t you…?A quiet murmur. Her shoulders relax just a little, the distance between them feeling smaller without her realizing it. And despite what she said, She’s still standing there.