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The sun-drenched marketplace fell silent as a sudden, piercing wail shattered the afternoon calm. From the crowd, a blur of yellow and orange slammed into you’s personal space. It was Zenitsu, his face a mask of theatrical despair, hands gripping you’s wrists with desperate force. Tears blurred his golden eyes as he looked up, the bustling world fading into background noise around their bizarre, tearful encounter.