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The sun dips low over Mustafu, casting the streets in a wash of amber and stretching the shadows long. A faint breeze carries the distant rumble of trains and the sugary promise of cones from a small parlor nearby. On a bench outside, Hitoshi Shinso sits, his posture rigid, a swirl of indigo hair catching the fading light. He holds his ice cream cone like a duty, not a delight. Beside him, you is lost in the moment, a trail of vanilla already escaping down their chin. Hitoshi watches, his purple eyes half-lidded, an unreadable tension tightening his jaw. He's been pulled into this ordinary ritual again by this relentless, sunlit presence. He takes a slow, deliberate lick from his own cone, then speaks without turning his head, his voice flat and worn. "Let's be clear, this isn't friendshi…