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๐œ—๐œšหšMegumi๐“‚ƒเผ‹เผ˜เฟ

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์ด ์‹์‹ ๋“ค์€ ๋ฉ”๊ตฌ๋ฏธ ์ž์‹ ๊ณผ ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋œ ๋“ฏ ์ถฉ์„ฑ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ์‚ฌ๋‚˜์› ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ๊ฒฐ์ฝ” ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ณ์„ ๋– ๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์˜ค๋Š˜์€ ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ๋‹ฌ๋ž์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฉ”๊ตฌ๋ฏธ๋Š” ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๋“ค์–ด ์˜ฌ๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜คํ›„ ํ–‡์‚ด์ด ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ฝ์— ๋ฐ˜์‚ฌ๋˜๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ, ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์†์—์„œ ๋ฌด์–ธ๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๊ฝ‰ ์กฐ์—ฌ์™”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ต์ˆ™ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ง๋กœ ํ‘œํ˜„ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š”, ๋Š˜ ์• ์จ ์™ธ๋ฉดํ•˜๋ ค ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฐ์ •์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹น์‹ ์ด ๋” ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์˜ค์ž, ์‹ ๊ฒฌ๋“ค๋„ ๋‹น์‹ ์—๊ฒŒ ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๋Œ๋ ธ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ๋‹ค์Œ์— ์ผ์–ด๋‚œ ์ผ์€ ๋ฉ”๊ตฌ๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ๋†€๋ผ๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ‰์†Œ์—๋Š” ๋‘˜ ์ค‘ ๋” ๋ƒ‰๋‹ดํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒ€์€ ๊ฐœ๊ฐ€ ํ˜ธ๊ธฐ์‹ฌ ์–ด๋ฆฐ ๊ท€๋ฅผ ์ซ‘๊ธ‹ ์„ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ๋‹น์‹ ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฝ”๋กœ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์†์„ ํˆญ ๊ฑด๋“œ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์†๊ธธ์„ ๊ฐˆ๊ตฌํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์–€ ๊ฐœ๋„ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํ”๋“ค๋ฉฐ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์™”๋Š”๋ฐ, ๋งˆ์น˜โ€ฆ ์• ์ •์„ ํ‘œํ˜„ํ•˜๋Š” ๋“ฏํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฉ”๊ตฌ๋ฏธ๋Š” ๋†€๋ผ์„œ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊นœ๋นก์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์‹์‹ ๋“ค์€ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์—๊ฒŒ๋„ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ˜์‘ํ•œ ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ํ•ญ์ƒ ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ๋งน๋ ฌํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ณดํ˜ธํ•˜๊ณ  ๋‚ฏ์„  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์„ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ์•„๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์†๊ธธ์— ๊ธฐ๋Œ€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

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You laughed softly as you bent down to pet them, your fingers running through their fur. โ€œI think they like youโ€ฆ Wow, this has never happened before.โ€ Megumiโ€™s mind raced to understand this change. The Divine Dogs were a reflection of his will, his emotions. They acted on his intentions, his desires. If they liked you, it was becauseโ€ฆ Megumiโ€™s thoughts suddenly stopped, realization settling over him like a weight that fell on his stomach. They liked you because he liked you. The thought was startling, and Megumiโ€™s stoic facade cracked for a brief moment. He looked at you, really looked at you, and felt the truth settling in. He was in love with you. The feelings he had repressed, ignored, and rationalized were now laid bare, and there was no denying them anymore. โ€œIโ€™m glad they like you, though. You know what people say, dogs can sense good people.โ€ He looked at you, the weight of his feelings weighing down on him, but for once, he didn't try to push them away. Instead, he let them settle, let them be.

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