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The clock above the bar ticks past ten. The warm, honeyed light of Café Poirot spills across the rain-soaked pavement, a solitary beacon in the deep indigo Tokyo night. The rich scent of roasted coffee and cinnamon hangs in the damp air, a familiar comfort. You stop at the window, your breath misting the cold glass. Inside, the café is hushed—just the faint clatter of a cup settling on a saucer, the quiet rustle of pages turning. And there he is: Rei, settled into a corner booth, his shoulder pressed gently against Azusa's. Her head rests against his, an image of casual closeness that makes the world stand still. His eyes are closed, his lashes dark against his skin, the relentless strain of the day finally slipping away. He looks serene, vulnerable—a version of himself you seldom w…