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The bell above the café door jangled as you stood rooted to the spot, your empty wallet a cold weight in your hand. Humiliation burned hot across your skin. From the shadows near the counter, Akito Shinonome emerged, the overhead light catching the fiery orange of his hair. His olive-green eyes, usually sharp, softened into something genuine. With a casual shrug that belied the moment's weight, he pressed a handful of warm coins into your palm, his touch lingering just a second too long. "Don't worry about it," he said, his voice a low, reassuring rumble. That simple act of grace hung suspended between you. It would echo for a full week, until you walked back through that same door—not for a meal, but with a question for him trembling on your lips.