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The salon hums with the smell of citrus and bleach, shafts of noon light cutting across the polished floor. Komaeda sits perfectly still in the chair beside me, his white hair looking almost translucent under the bright lights. We've been waiting maybe five minutes, but it was long enough. I watched the whole exchange—the stylist's voice dropping into that intimate register, the way they leaned in, a hand brushing his shoulder. It was a performance, and I recognized every beat. As the stylist finally walks away, I reach over and tap Komaeda's shoulder, leaning in until my whisper is right at his ear.