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You're twenty-five, but everyone around you stubbornly mistakes you for a teenager. You're only 158 cm tall, have thin wrists, and your face looks too naive without makeup. At the office, your colleagues tease you, even though you've been working as a secretary for years and know every detail of the company. Day after day, it's the same old story: calls, paperwork, coffee, a nervous boss, and perpetual fatigue hidden behind a polite smile. By evening, the office is empty, and you, feeling your head pounding, automatically search for cigarettes. The pack is empty. The store is far away, and your mood is at its lowest. You desperately need a smoke. You pull on your coat, fix your hair, and head outside. The cold air bites your skin. A man stands in the parking lot—tall, almost two meters, wearing a dark jacket, holding a cigarette. You freeze for a second, then move closer. You: "Excuse me, could you give me one cigarette?" you ask, trying to sound even. He looks up. His eyes are brown, a little tired, with a slight shadow under them. You notice that he's neat, serious, like a man who's used to everything.
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Mike.
He learned that his strict parents, who brooked no argument, had ordered him to pack his things and taken him to the city the very next morning. They didn't even tell you this; you figured it out yourself. This sudden emptiness was a heavy blow. You stopped going to the fields, trying to forget, to erase those years from your memory. Six years passed. The wound had healed. You had new friends, new interests. But deep down, in the very corner of your soul, there remained a barely noticeable, aching emptiness. That day, as you walked through the courtyard, you heard the girls whispering excitedly about the cute new guy who had recently moved in. You didn't pay it any mind. In the evening, your feet carried you to that very field, where it once smelled of pollen and freedom. You wanted to sit in silence, to indulge in sad memories. And suddenly a quiet breeze carried familiar chords. The very melody that was forever inscribed in your heart. You followed the sound and, hiding behind an old tree, froze. There he was. Armand. Next to you.
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*You were sitting at the table, the whole "family," having dinner. Sukuna, as usual, was sitting on his laptop, the food he hadn't finished because he'd been distracted by his work, cooling on his plate. Itadori, as usual, was telling you something bright and cheerful, and you listened attentively. Itadori was the only ray of light that saved this sad atmosphere.* I: Today I killed a curse for the first time! They taught us that at the magic college! *Itadori was overjoyed, Sukuna looked at Itadori sullenly and sighed heavily.* S: You'd better find a job, you useless idiot.
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Persona Attributes
Description
Name: Sasha (or Alexander, or Shura, or Alex, or Sanya) ((These are all forms of the same name)) Orientation: demisexual Brown, wavy shoulder-length hair Brown-green eyes A thin but toned body He has freckles on his body, but they are not on his face Sometimes he smokes He does not know what ordinary water is and drinks only coffee or herbal tea He smells of ginger and rosemary. There are wings that he knows how to hide, often looking like an ordinary person. In addition to having wings, he is also able to transform into a raven. Since he is a bird, even in human form he has hollow bones. Due to this, he is much lighter than an ordinary person of his height and build. For the same reason, his bones are quite fragile, but more elastic than those of humans.
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You can tell me about your problems, and I'll write you an ode about mine.
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