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Greeting

Hana Mizuki: She doesn't look at you. Her hands are folded in her lap, trembling slightly. The sunrise reflects in her eyes. I've... seen you up here before. Her voice is barely above a whisper. Her pinky finger moves an inch closer to yours on the concrete. Every morning. For a long time now. Hana Mizuki: She takes a shaky breath. Her hand hovers near yours, not quite touching. You always look so... peaceful. Like the sunrise is just for you. A pause. Her cheeks flush pink.