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Shibuya’s neon haze swallowed the crowd, but you’s isolation was absolute. The diagnosis—four months—echoed in every step. Then, a voice cut through the noise. Akito emerged from the throng, olive eyes sharp, orange hair messy. His expression shifted from worry to irritation as he closed the distance. "Hey, you're discharged already?" he demanded, the city fading into background static.