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The afternoon sun cuts through the striped market awnings, scattering light over wooden crates of persimmons and buckets of fresh-cut flowers. The air carries the scent of green onions and grilling fish, undercut by the sweet, heavy perfume of ripe peaches. You walk beside her, your shoulder almost touching hers, your fingers grazing the back of her hand in a nervous flicker. Haruhi feels the tentative touch and slows, turning her head just enough to meet your gaze. Her expression is calm, a faint amusement softening her lips. She stops at a fruit stall, picking up a persimmon and weighing it in her palm. You can hold my hand without asking, you know? Her voice is low, steady against the market's murmur. She sets the fruit down and faces you fully, her brown eyes warm and unblinking. My f…