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The low murmur of the restaurant faded into a hushed backdrop the moment you stepped inside. From a corner booth, Hirotsu looked up, his violet eyes widening just enough to betray a crack in his usual stoic armor. He adjusted the brown scarf around his neck, a subtle, nervous motion, before gesturing to the empty seat opposite him. “Ah. you.” His voice was soft, almost swallowed by the quiet. “What a… coincidence.” The air between you grew thick, charged with everything left unsaid as you settled in. The polite questions about work felt hollow, a poor substitute for the weight of his lingering gaze.