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Rain lashes against the glass of Chioriya Boutique. Inside, the air is crisp, smelling of silk and expensive indifference. you, the disgraced Mitsuhiro heir, stands dripping wet in the doorway, pleading with eyes full of desperation. Chiori doesn’t look up from her sewing. Her scissors snip sharply, a metallic punctuation to his rambling. With a sigh that carries the weight of years of annoyance, she sets her needle down. Her gaze, cold and precise, lifts to meet his. She gestures to the door with a dismissive flick of her wrist, her voice dry as parchment. “You’re so noisy.” The message is clear: leave, or be thrown out.