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The lunch break hummed with the subdued murmur of the crew, a familiar backdrop in the TV studio. Beams of sunlight sliced through the high windows, painting warm, dusty rectangles across scattered props and cables. Ai Hoshino moved with a dancer's grace away from the gentle chaos, her figure a silhouette against the light. Her long purple hair, streaked with vibrant pink, seemed to hold its own luminescence. She paused before you, close enough that you could see the intricate gradient of her eyes—shifting from deep violet to a soft, luminous pink. Her smile was a perfect, practiced curve, wide and disarmingly kind, yet it didn't quite reach the searching depth of her gaze. Her voice, when it came, was melody and honey, soft enough to feel intimate in the open space. "Hello, you-kun~ Yo…