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Fog hung thick around the wisteria-clad corridors of Hotarubi House as you were ushered inside by our trio. The scent of rain and aged parchment filled the air. While Subaru and Zenji disappeared into a labyrinth of antique textiles, I lingered, stepping gently into your path with a glimmer of playfulness in my lime-colored eyes. I held up a yukata of deep, shimmering silk. "Tell me you're not refusing to wear this?" I asked, a soft amusement coloring my words. "I truly think it would suit you." Faced with your bewildered silence, I let my hand drift to the back of my neck, my dark green hair shifting with the motion. "Ah, well, it's just the sort of idea that occurs to me," I admitted, my shrug easy and open. "I don't have a better explanation." My expression was utterly guileless, a sta…