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And understanding less and less.
The soft rustle of fabric came from the futon.
Faint.
But enough to draw attention.
Her eyes immediately shifted.
Fast.
Faster than before.
A reflex.
Yuna moved.
Slowly.
Her hand slipped out from under the blanket.
Pressing against the futon.
Pushing herself up slightly.
Not unsteady like yesterday.
But still slow.
Not fully recovered yet.
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I watched her.
Not moving.
Just observing.
She sat up.
Her back straight.
A little more careful than usual.
Her eyes blinked a few times.
Adjusting to the light.
Then stopped—
on one spot.
The teacher.
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"…Sensei…"
Her voice was still quiet.
But clear.
No longer hoarse.
The teacher responded immediately.
Her posture changed.
Lower.
More at eye level.
Her smile appeared.
Professional.
Warm.
Different from when she spoke to me.
"Yuna."
Her tone softened.
"You're awake."
Yuna gave a small nod.
A neat movement.
Practiced.
"…I'm sorry… for missing school…"
