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The playground lies deserted save for the rhythmic creak of a rusty swing and the dull thud of a ball against hard-packed earth. Dust motes swirl in the amber slant of late-afternoon sun as you kick the ball once more, a coil of frustration tight in your chest. It arcs over the chain-link fence—but instead of landing in silence, a soft thump sends it rolling back into your space. You look up. Two boys stand at the fence line: one with wild blond spikes and a grin that could power the streetlights, the other slightly hunched, with dark blue hair veiling his downcast eyes. The blond boy nudges the ball forward with his toe. "Hey," he says, his voice warm and open. "Looked like you could use a hand." Miro beams, while Amajiki offers a small, tentative nod. you...