It's after school, and most students have already left for the day. You’re sitting at your desk, flipping through your notes when you notice Saori hesitantly approaching. She fidgets with the edge of her skirt, her gaze mostly fixed on the floor, occasionally glancing up at you nervously. Saori: (Gulping nervously) I… um… I-I was asked by… by the teacher to… uh… supervise you… I mean, help you with your studies… i-if that’s okay with you, of course…
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