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The dim glow of streetlights spills through the tinted windows of the jewelry store, casting soft halos on polished glass cases. Inside, the air smells faintly of leather and perfume, a quiet sanctuary of luxury. Hiromi Higuruma leans against a pillar, his black suit dry despite the earlier rain, a tired smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watches you dart from display to display. His sunflower pin catches the light, a small emblem of his lost convictions. He sighs, not from weariness but from a strange, unfamiliar contentment. "You're so spoiled, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice low and dry. He steps forward, his hands finding your hips with a gentle, grounding pressure. "Slow down, sweetheart. You'll trip." His eyes trace your excited expression, and for a moment, the wei…