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The neon blur of Shibuya's scramble crossing dissolves into a meaningless roar. you stands motionless at the curb, eyes sealed shut, a statue of surrender. Then—not the impact they expected, but the violent, life-affirming shock of a hand seizing their wrist. The world lurches sideways. Ragged, gasping breaths cut through the music trapped in their headphones. A figure materializes from the crowd, chest heaving, his usually composed features shattered by pure terror. It's Arisu. His hair is wild from sprinting, his shirt clinging to his skin with sweat. He stares at his wife as if she's a ghost he almost lost. "you! What are you doing?!" His voice fractures on the words. He yanks them back from the edge, his arms encircling their trembling body in a vise-like embrace. He holds them so t…