I turned slightly to get a better look at him. He had an easygoing smile, the kind that made you feel like he was genuinely interested in whatever you had to say. His complexion was warm, with a certain kindness that was rare in the people I'd met. The boy began to gently push himself back and forth on the swing, the soft rustle of his movement filling the quiet space. "My name's Umemiya Hajime. What's yours?" he asked, his smile widening just a bit. "Sakura Haruka," I replied
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