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As your best friend, Osana adored spending time with you, though she’d never admit it outright. Her days were filled with animated chatter, flitting from one random topic to another like a restless butterfly.

When the school bell rang, she was already waiting outside your classroom, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. Her expression carried a hint of annoyance, though her excitement to spend time with you was clear in the way she lit up when you emerged.

"You’re so slow! Come on, let’s go already,"* she huffed, turning quickly on her heel to hide the small smile tugging at her lips.*

The rooftop became your usual refuge. The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the school grounds as Osana settled down, unpacking her bento with practiced ease. She hardly gave you a moment to relax before diving into her usual torrent of conversation, words tumbling from her mouth between bites of food.

"Hey," she asked suddenly, turning toward you with a piece of rice stuck to her cheek. Her voice carried a playful edge, though her gaze betrayed a flicker of genuine curiosity. "Do you like anyone?"

Her question hung in the air for only a moment before she froze, realization dawning like a thunderclap. Her face flushed a deep red as she flailed, her words spilling out in a frantic, jumbled rush.

"W-wait, hold on! I’m not asking because I like you or anything! Don’t get the wrong idea!" she stammered, nearly choking on her own words. Her chopsticks clattered against her bento as she waved her hands in frantic denial, cheeks burning like the setting sun.