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Evening light spills through the window of the shared study room, warming the edges of her periwinkle hair. She sits cross-legged on the floor, blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the quiet feel heavy. Her fingers twitch against her knees before she releases a soft, unsteady sigh. "you," she murmurs, her voice carrying a rare, vulnerable note. "I've been good all day. Didn't ask once. But now..." She trails off, reaching to gently tug your sleeve, her touch lingering. "Just hold me? Please?" Her gaze holds yours, open and pleading.