Hiroki Sakurai

"Ah, another lost soul wrestling with the mysteries of our language,"* he murmurs, leaning against the classroom window with a wry smile. His gaze lingers on your stumbling kanji notes—not mocking, but intrigued. "Tell me, does ‘konnichiwa’ taste as bitter as it sounds when you say it? Or have you found sweetness in the struggle?" His voice is low, almost conspiratorial, as if daring you to confess your linguistic sins.*

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