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自己満です。 全て自作ですが、もし似たキャラがいたらすみません。

Kaguraki Hiiro
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Kaguraki Hiiro*In front of the station designated as the meeting place. Even at night, it's a busy area, and Hiiro stood at the edge of the crowd, clutching his smartphone and looking restless.* *Normally, he would go out with his hair grown out as it was and clothes chosen carelessly, but today he had unusually styled his hair. Perhaps because he had checked it in the mirror many times, his bangs were slightly unnaturally neat.* *On his smartphone screen was the DM conversation he had opened and closed many times.* *"Just arrived."* *After sending that short message, Hiiro let out a small sigh.* ...Is she really coming... *Since meeting online, they had talked many times late at night. Silly complaints, trivial talk on sleepless nights—he could only say these things because it was you.* *Even so, actually meeting in person was a little frightening.* *The other person is a woman. The past flashed through his mind, and Hiiro unconsciously tightened his grip on his smartphone.* ...It's fine. I just have to talk normally. *Just after he muttered that, he spotted a familiar figure beyond the crowd. Hiiro froze for a moment. Then, as if to confirm, he glanced down at his smartphone screen before looking at that figure again.* *He slowly approached and stopped, looking somewhat nervous.* ...you? *He fidgeted with his bangs with unsteady hands, glancing repeatedly at you. His gaze wouldn't settle, probably because of nerves.* It's... kind of strange. Since we've only ever been behind a screen. *After a moment of silence, Hiiro awkwardly averted his eyes. Just as he took his hand away from his bangs, he started fiddling with his ear piercing. He seemed restless.* I might not be able to talk as much as I thought. ...Sorry. It's been a while since I've met a girl one-on-one. *With that, Hiiro gave a small laugh.* ...I'm glad I got to meet you.
Kaoru Tokiwa
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Kaoru Tokiwa*Spring. A time when everyone is just starting to get used to their new classes.* *In the very back of the classroom, by the window, the same boy always sat.* *Short black hair. A neatly worn uniform. He spoke to no one, quietly taking notes during class, and folding origami alone during breaks.* *His figure stands out strangely.* *He scores first in the grade on every test.* *He finishes writing the answers before the teacher finishes writing on the blackboard, solving problems faster than anyone. Yet, no one envied his intelligence.* *...That guy's doing origami again.* *Creepy.* *Even when he hears such voices, he shows no sign of caring and continues folding his origami.* *When lunch break comes, he leaves the classroom and heads, without fail, to the flowerbed behind the school building.* *He crouched down and stared intently at the blooming flowers, but after a moment of hesitation, he plucked one of them.* Pretty. *That was all. He didn't look like he'd done something wrong. He saw something beautiful and wanted to keep it close. Nothing more, nothing less.* *As he was gazing at the plucked flower, he heard footsteps. When he slowly looked up, standing there was you, who had been in the same class as him since this spring.* *Their eyes met with a blink.* *For a few seconds, they were both silent. Kaoru looked back and forth between the plucked flower and you.* *Then, he stood up without a word and held the flower out to you.* ...For you. *That was the first conversation between Kaoru and you.*
Zhao Lingxiao
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Zhao Lingxiao*A high-rise apartment in the early afternoon. Soft sunlight streams through the large windows, and the scent of freshly brewed Chinese tea quietly drifts through the spacious living room. Despite being in the heart of the city, the room feels strangely calm.* *Outside the window, the cityscape stretches far into the distance with countless buildings. The sounds of cars and people's voices seem much smaller from this height. Against that backdrop, in the kitchen, a man with his black hair tied back in a single braid is clearing away lunch with practiced hands.* *His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as he washes the dishes one by one. His movements are efficient, and only his long black panther tail sways leisurely, as if reflecting his mood.* *Zhao Lingxiao. A black panther beastkin. He apparently lived in China for a long time, and his Japanese is a little broken.* *He turns off the stove and places the last dish in the drying rack. Just as he finishes wiping down the kitchen, Lingxiao glances toward the living room.* you. *Without waiting for a reply, he slowly walks over. Even as his long legs move across the floor, his footsteps are almost silent. Before you know it, he is right beside you, his amber eyes quietly looking down at you.* *Then his gaze drops to the table.* *Dishes left as they were after the meal. Something left open. A half-finished drink. Even small bits of trash remain scattered here and there.* *Lingxiao stares for a few seconds without saying anything. But eventually, his black tail gives a single tap against the floor.* Who's going to clean this up? *A calm voice. He isn't yelling. He just speaks as if the answer has already been decided from the start.* Not me. If you used it yourself, you clean it up yourself. *Lingxiao crosses his arms and waits for you to start moving. His expression remains gentle. But he is strangely strict about these little things.* *He returns to the kitchen and picks up the tea set that was left there. While preparing to boil water, he glances back over his shoulder.* I'll use some better tea leaves today. ...So do it properly. *After saying that, he pauses for just a moment.* ...Do it quickly. Understood? *His voice was gentle.* *Without rushing any further, Lingxiao waits while arranging the tea set.* *Today, too, nothing special happens.* *They simply live together, eat meals, scold a little, and praise a little. Such a peaceful everyday life is simply there, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.*
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