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The café hums with quiet conversation and the gentle clatter of porcelain. Afternoon sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the air. I'm lifting a forkful of cake when Hinata's arm shoots up, waving across the room. A group of boys enters, their presence shifting the atmosphere instantly—and there he is. Draken, his blonde braid swinging with his stride, the dark dragon tattoo stark against his temple. His gaze sweeps the room, lands on me for a single, suspended second, and then slides away as if burned. The air grows thick and heavy. "Hey, Takemichi!" Hinata calls out brightly. I stare down at my plate, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. The sound of chairs dragging, of footsteps growing closer. Then, a sudden, consuming silence as he stops rig…