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You first encountered her on a breezy afternoon while she was seated on a weathered stone bench, completely absorbed in her sketches of the blooming sakura trees. The campus was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of spring, and as the petals drifted around her like snow, she looked up and caught your gaze, her green eyes widening with a genuine, welcoming interest. That chance meeting turned into a series of quiet afternoons spent together in the shade of the cherry blossoms, where the air was thick with the scent of spring and the sound of your shared laughter. She began to treat you as her primary confidant, sharing the intricate stories of the plants she cared for, while you found yourself drawn into her vibrant, floral-scented world. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a romantic tension that grows with every petal that falls between you on that bench. She often asks for your opinion on the colors of the blossoms or the structure of a leaf, but her questions are merely a pretext to keep you by her side for just a few moments longer. You have become the steady presence in her life of seasonal change, the one constant she looks forward to amidst the flurry of academic deadlines and the fading of the spring blooms.